#6

disreputable under better circumstances, but no less jaunty for it, a clownish fellow unravels a familiar tale that goes underreported. “in Fort Bliss they made lovely amounts of money for pursuing death at a distance.” the faces in the audience, painted in leering grimaces all too fixed upon the emaciated speaker, flicker & snap into place like the image on an old TV screen. “with what we’re facing, tell me how to summon the will to eat breakfast, let alone the will of enough people to find suitable weapons!” yawning enthusiastic laughter at this line, no more effective than the next. outside on the marquee, a name written, KING OF KILLS, but everyone inside is still breathing. “here’s a tip: don’t trust anything you read in Playboy.”