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Mike Hagen had his Screw Shack. The Screw Shack was a very stellar— Mal Function!—Hagen production. None of the boards lay true and none of the nails ever quite made it all the way in. The boards seemed to be huddled together in a tentative arrangement. One day Kesey took a hammer and hit a single nail on the peak of the shack and the whole shack fell down. "Nothing lasts, Hagen!" yelled Mountain Girl, and her laugh boomed through the redwoods.~Tom WolfeSource: The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
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