These might be the good old days. Go outside, feel the grass, say wassup to your neighbors,… whatever you do that means community, because sh*t might get bad for a while.
These might be the good old days. Go outside, feel the grass, say wassup to your neighbors,… whatever you do that means community, because sh*t might get bad for a while.
It’s like allowing someone in your house telling you that he’s going to rob you, but he promises to do it LEGALLY. It’s hilarious and maddening at the same time.
There’s a play by max frisch calledThe fire raiders where exactly this happens. You just made me realize that this book fits what has happened perfectly. Obviously it’s also a metaphor for the political turmoil of that time.