rodolfo boskovich

Deadweight

Written by Rodolfo Boskovich, SFU Student “OK, I guess we may as well start,” I say to a roomful of students. “So! I’m gonna talk about the different aspects of—” The door bursts open. A decaying corpse stumbles in, Starbucks drink in hand. Raw meat and instant noodles — the scent spreads to every corner of the room. The corpse groans incoherently as it makes its way up to me. “Oh! Cool! Dave, you made it." From my seat, the prof raises his hand. I nod for him to go ahead. “I thought you had the flu, David?” he asks,…

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