The Earth is round, but he'd say it was flat just to disagree with me. Wood floats on water, but he'd try to prove that it doesn't as long as he could prove me wrong. Rain is wet, but he'd go out and try to stay dry just to win a victory over me. Men just have to be right, women just have to be wrong. That's how a patriarch sees the world. No matter, I am Wrong and he is Right, there is no escaping my Wrongness in his eyes, even if the entire world came down on my side like a tonne of bricks.
In the City, a bullet travels into a person every 3 hours or so. The characters exit stage left. Police clean up the mess, but they don't administer the medicine. Moles are removed off the skin, but the cancer is still in the heart. Racist white men dominate the City, building up the Anglo-Saxon suburbs and leaving the Minority inner city to rot like an apple. The press doesn't care, it has 'Biggest Cat In City Found In Bargsey Home' as the headline. In the margins, it says 'Another Shooting in Woadham: Gang war suspected cause'. I know that man who died. The Police shot him. They cleaned up after.
Don't cry for me, because you didn't care anyway.
- I hardly know you, but I have a feeling that you're going to turn out to be awesome! ~ deathpigeon
