33. art or abetting - Sick Sacraments
33. art or abetting “Even in his reduced environment, he felt that they still wanted more.” Micky had just woken up from a bad dream of burning bread to the pain of a terrible cold sore pussing on the left side of his lip. He was lying in the back of the Galaxy 500 thinking about his options. He did not have the money to go to the clinic. I didn’t ask to be born. Micky thought to himself. It is no wonder that people don’t give a crap about their own lives, carry guns and take pot shots at anything that moves. Society should maintain its people and not just regard them like another cog in the wheels of industry. If society doesn’t care doodly-squat for my life, let alone theirs, why should I respect anybody else? A gust of wind rattled the Galaxy. Micky knew his worth as an artist, even though he did not deserve this viral crustation on the side of his mouth and consequently the scorn of every female he approach...