As This Neighborhood’s Oldest Rubber Yard Zombie, I Call for an End to Our Severed Arms Race
We lurch toward Halloween amidst gaping societal wounds.
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3 min readOct 20, 2020
My oozing brethren, I come to you now — as our neighborhood’s elder statesman of gore — to groan the words you should all be thinking, if you have any BRAAAAIIIINNNSSSS…