Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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GOP illegally decimated ‘Prevention.’ .... I didn’t hear a thank you.”

“Thank you? I’m supposed to be paying for this shit and I’m getting farted around. This is the Suicide Prevention hot line. Is it not?”

“And ‘Ancillary Services.’ We’ve expanded. I can also connect you with a horny babe who talks dirty. That’ll probably take care of all your problems. We’re having a special on that, right now; just $5.99 plus tax per ten minutes, 3 hours payable in advance.’

“I’m having some trouble doing the math in my head. ..... ”

Demonstrating the “rare” adult ability to be ADD distracted, Artless abandoned his fixation with what Hooey had in his pocket in favor of a more personal fixation concerning his lineage and hue. He cried as he said; “It’s not my fault that I was born White. No one asked me. No one offered me a palette of colors to choose from. But, here I am, trapped and reviled for something I can’t hide. I’ve become the suicide hotline’s most frequent caller. They’re starting to tell me that my feelings are correct and ask if I have easy access to a rooftop of at least five stories. Dammit, I just wanna be black. ............ errr, brown.