hookersorcake:

The indie craft show was fun. I met a lot of good people. Though I did not realize there would be little kids there…

Three kids ran over to my table, the oldest one was a nine yr old girl. “Cool! Guns knives, and vitamins,” she said, holding up a Hunter S. Thompson postcard. I was instantly terrified. “Can I have one?” she said. “Sure,” I said. How about this one? I showed her a Philip K. Dick postcard. “Its got robots and lasers…” Her younger brother cocked his head and loudly asked “Whats a hooker?” just as the 3-4 yr old knocked a pile of books and tore down my sign. “I like this one,” declared the little girl, holding fast to H.S.T. card. “Mommy look,” she said running over towards a very consevetive looking middle aged women.

I swallowed hard. I should’ve duct tapped the AK-47 under the table, couldn’t shoot my way outta here with just my .45. These Goddamn savages. I could light a few of em on fire and escape a midst the screams and smoke, grab the boat to the Bahamas and then island hop to Jamaica and eventually Brazil. Go back to running bales into Mexico and get myself a new identity in Tijuana. Have a nice place in Encinitas in two months tops…

The mother looked at the card. I fingered my zippo and moved the gas can into position with my foot. “Oh, I just love Johnny Depp!” she declared.