the mall

me and the old man drove ’round the southside of town…bowling alleys abandoned…signs saying rib-tips and turkey wings…houses had seen better days…

shame ’bout that mall, the old man said in a Texas swagger, coloreds…you know what happened to that place..

no pop.., kept driving…just kept driving…

coloreds took it over…ran everybody outta’ there…couldn’t walk away from ’em fast ‘nough, dad took a swig of Pepsi…

is that right pop…they did that did they…right…,drove past Popeyes…an old K-Mart closed long ago…potholes…potholes…

all these black kids’id hitcha’ right when you walked in the door…man…you gots you a dolla’ you can spare..talkin’ that nigger shit…never stops…somethin’ for nothin’…

times are tough everywhere dad…very tough…, drove ’round the park…vagabonds gathered to conjure up magic…smoke signals…

I’m tellin’ ya’…the coloreds have ruined this town…just ruined it…they always do…, kept looking out the window…more empty stores…more lawns out of control…not fitting into the American scheme…

i see pop…i see…

some things never change…never change…

no…no they don’t dad…no they don’t…

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dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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