from Paul Pine's "My Brother's Madness"
"What about a hit man?" I ask.
"Paranoids have trouble focusing on a target. I've taken aptitude tests, preference tests, and spatial relations tests. According to the results I'd be an outstanding forest ranger or rabbi."
"You could be the first forest ranger/rabbi in the Adirondacks." I notice an ad for a herdsman in The Post-Star and urge him to apply.
"They probably want experience. Of course I can say, 'I herd you wanted someone.'"









