After the War I Wandered Off Again

It was just after a

bad divisive war, Vietnam or

some such thing. The soldiers

were returning and we were there to

see them arrive. I was waiting

with one boy who wanted me to

beat his ass but when I

undid his pants he had shit

smeared all over himself, which

didn't do much for me. I told

him to go to the bathroom and

wash himself off, and he was

like, well I was the one supposed

to beat him, I should do it. I

got mad and walked away to

where a woman was selling incredibly

bad cheap cigarettes to the soldiers

as they deplaned and decided it was not one of capitalism’s shining moments, so I started offering them one of my cigarettes, but all I had was menthols so they kept grumbling plus the woman selling them got mad at me so I just wandered off again.