35Next Morning, Hamilton, BermudaAs the crack of the starting gun echoed over the harbor, Adolph Hitler, Satan, Death, and other well-known d***s stampeded down Front Street in the bright morning sunlight toward Simon.
The Running of the d***s was starting on schedule, promptly at eight a.m.
There were over a thousand of them, all dressed as famous d***s from history, books, movies, and current events. Whoever crossed the finish line first at the far end of the street would win the event, with special points awarded for the most creative famous d**k impersonation.
Or, if Simon had his way, no one would win this race because it was about to turn into a nightmare.
As he watched from the sidelines among the mob of spectators, halfway down the street from the starting line of the one kilo
