Into the Flames
I write this for revenge. Because the Feds, dirty fucks, kept taking our best cars. They were two clean-shaven turds in gray suits – a flabby, pock marked bully and a hairless runt with bad teeth. They showed up at our door in shirt sleeves and shitty, cheap ties like substitute teachers. They lived some place like Levittown or Croyden which were towns made out of cheap, plywood houses all in rows, all dead-looking like storage lockers. They had b.o. and the runt had that sideways look of guys who never got picked for anything. And they’d just knock on our front door, out of the blue, no call, no nothing….