Taking It on the Lam by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

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monthly basis. This brings a democratic diversity to the community.

I found a street parking space on the bricked-over-windows side, and ambled to the entryway, accosted only by one disheveled, hop-head bum who had a fascination for my middle aged heap. I should have given more consideration to my possible surroundings and taken a beat up loaner, but in my haste I had neglected to contemplate the systemic possibilities, but it was the thieving Jew’s fault.

I mean the heap hadn’t even been recently washed or polished. Or maybe that was his objection. Some of the bums are more tuned into the care of things than the rest of us. They obsess on them, like a left out Marxist dud. I flipped him a dime I couldn’t afford and he seemed happy as he kept staring at the shine it made when angled toward the sky. I was glad this Roosevelt/Rosenfeld shiny image took his attention away from my

Taking It on the Lam