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Same as it Ever Was
Writing Prompt: protest sign
I continued to eat fast food like I had health care, even when I didn’t. The Tories had finally taken free health care and my motivation to cook with it. Fast food is, of course, cheap and relatively quick, though it used to be faster before all the Deliveroo shit. That’s right, reader. Just when you thought drive-through was the height of laziness, we innovated again. Whatever you think of humans, you can never underestimate our ability to keep searching for easier ways to see naked people and have our cock in one hand and a chicken drumstick in the other. But that’s not to advocate this lifestyle or even condone it. It comes with the requisite shame.
It’s easy to get stuck in the rut of depression, especially when chinless bottom-feeders dominate your existence. Then again, I always did have a penchant for drinking, fuckin and eating like the Luftwaffe were still flying above my city. Back in the days of health care and the right to freedom of assembly, I played football and ran from the police and marauding bandits to keep myself fit. But now we’re at the nub with seemingly no desire to go French and retaliate; I need convenience and the slow suicide of KFC.
I’d seen my share of scabs, police brutality, injustice and fights over who stole something that belonged to someone else in a fridge. I’d stood on picket lines, outside…
