It was more or less right then, the sign that graced that heathen parking lot. Other signs he’d seen but never truly saw, like blood-sport post-apocalyptic traffic, honking horns that sounded like Degüello at the Alamo, ignoring flashing lights and speeding up in school zones. Life was clearly cheap here, but he hadn’t realized how much so.
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Wurkz OfArt 