September 2009
1 post
I Started A War, But I Just Wanted Peace
For the past few months, I have been tormented by bullies. They weren’t schoolyard bullies, but instead a rotating group of mean old construction workers I pass by everyday better known as Locals 64, 184, and 218 of the AFL-CIO. I occasionally sleep in the debris of the site they’re working on, so I’m there almost daily.
After getting me to eat medical waste for money the...