A short story inspired by Frank Zappa's Montana. Title: "The Flossfather of Montana" They said he was crazy. They weren’t wrong. It all started in a burned-out apartment above a pawn shop in East Cleveland, where Marvin P. Blister lived off ramen noodles, Zappa bootlegs, and a dream that didn’t make any sense to anyone but him. He didn’t want to be rich. He didn’t want fame. Marvin wanted to be... a dental floss tycoon. Not toothpaste. Not mouthwash. Not some hotshot orthodontist with a TikTok channel. No, Marvin had a calling. It came to him during a three-day mescaline trip while listening to Over-Nite Sensation on loop. "I heard Zappa whisper it, man," he told his cat, Chairman Meow. "I gotta move to Montana. Gonna grow me some dental floss." Chairman Meow didn’t argue. He rarely did. Montana didn’t welcome Marvin so much as tolerate him. He rolled in with a rusted El Camino, $312 in cash, and a crate of experimental hemp seeds he swore cou...
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