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.
2 comments:
Really like how this turned out. But: wherefuck the name?
Say it three times fast.
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