The Long Walk

by Richard Bachman

‘Your Plan and the stuff that comes out of my asshole bear a suspicious resemblance to each other,’

‘Rich men don’t enter the Kingdom of Heaven,’

Oh God, please don’t make me have to take a crap in front of all these people. Please God. I’ll give You half of everything I get if I win, only please constipate me. Please. Please. Pl –

Garraty thought of the blond soldier’s face. It had shown as much emotion as a plate of potatoes.

‘I walk, I did walk, I will walk, I will have walked,’