Sunday, November 8, 2009

Basteal Day

by Proke Rasta Nader McGee

"Everything is free today." With those words I gave myself over to chaos, rejected the social structure in which I'd felt so trapped so long.

"Really?!" they universally asked as I handed them free cigarettes and candy.

The police came on the heels of the looters. The ride was over and my conscience was clear.


Ari Collins said...

Really like how this turned out. But: wherefuck the name?

Anonymous said...

Say it three times fast.