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The Central American Dream

"Don't fucking do that," I said as Ricardo spat on the receiver. "It's a shitty hookup," he said. "Americans can't set up a grid to save their lives. Ha." Tasteful, joking like that while eighty million Americans starve in this shithole country.

We fucking deserved it. We brought this on ourselves with our fucking patents, our fucking copyrights. We dug the income gap so deep that fifty million Americans fell to their deaths in a decade while the businessmen/politicians laughed and fled to Europe. Meanwhile, Mexico out-fucking-innovated us.

"Get in the fucking car," I said. "It's nine and the border's two hundred miles away." Dusk was falling fast and I was pissed that we had to stop in this crappy town for a grid fix. "Why the fuck couldn't this wait until Tijuana?"

Fucking addict. Mexicans, always gloating about their instant-access high-speed grid while Americans die. When I was a kid, Mexicans tried to come to the U.S. The flood came north for so long, and now tide's finally going out and we're leaving a shit-strewn beach in place of the U.S. of fucking A. I'm going with the tide and Ricardo, in search of the Central American Dream.




This is a 199-word piece that I wrote for, but didn't submit to, Strange Machine. The one I submitted is here. One more will be posted tomorrow.

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lemonparty
Oct. 17th, 2004 01:28 am (UTC)
You potion maker is the most stupid memegen I have yet come across.
No offense.
rfreebern
Oct. 17th, 2004 10:33 am (UTC)
Thank you!
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