It starts all innocent at first. Oh I’ll just do this one field of poppies. Then before you know it, you’ve got a pepper plant in the middle of your backyard. Then you see your wife on the roof of the house hiding under an over-turned shopping cart with that semiautomatic assault rifle you thought you might go hunting with one day. She screams at you, eyes full of tears, about organic fruits and vegetables being a lie before she turns her attention to the massive storm on the horizon. “Remember how I used to be,” she whispers as she loads a magazine into the rifle, takes aim, and fires at the hurricane.
| 
10-11-2018, 09:48 AM
Threaded Mode