cannibals are afoot in the twelfth grade today. this is when the field-trip occurs.

so i bring my lunch pal and eat peanut butter sandwich on the steps of downtown.

this is the kind of sack-lunch that smells like bananas and plastic baggies. when i first bite into the crustless oatless lettuce-less transfat reduced corn meal ferrous sulfat niacin thiamin mononitrate enriched diagonally-sliced sandwich, yellow school busses release a majestic cry of horns and playground children give the wusses triumphant punches and acrobats fly through the air. SANDWICH! DEMOCRACY! FREEDOM!

when really none of this happens.























































































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