'Babe, let's get jiggy this weekend?' I say, winking. 'Whats that?' he yells, turning his good ear toward me. 'Youve got toothpaste on your moustache. Come here, you duffer.' He spits on his thumb and

Working underground. The synthesis. Kept under cover. The only way to say it is by coming out and saying it! Social blockages, false economic systems. The zombie apocalypse. I march thru that murk. Can't