SHACKJOBS

It all ground to a halt under the weight of work and cold on a snowy February night.

I gave in and started reading Bukowski who seemed the perfect balance for a politically corrupted world.

Chinaski came in Lydia who screamed, “You son-of-a-bitch! We’re shackjobs now!”

Ah a simpler time…

Dennis Mantin

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