I Was Made For Swallowing- -john Thompson- Ggg-... Direct

He was not fast. He was not strong. But he was patient. And he was hollow.

John walked to Bay 7, his old berth. On the wall, someone had scrawled: “I was made for swallowing—John Thompson—GGG-7” in faded marker. He’d written it himself, the night before they’d tried to put him under. A joke that wasn’t funny anymore. I was made for Swallowing- -John Thompson- GGG-...

“I was made for swallowing,” he whispered, the words fogging the wire. It wasn’t a boast. It was a specification. He was not fast