New York: Occupied – A tagahanga Fiction Mini-Story
Eddie and Patsy are in a hotel room in New York.
Eddie: I mean, how dare they spit at me, darling. These “Occupiers”: bored upper-middle-class students looking for a protest. They wouldn’t know a protest if it bit them in the ass, sweetie.
Patsy: You’re right, darling. You’re always right.
Eddie: I’m always right. I mean, what’s the protest? Mum and Dad had too much money so they gave it to some gnome who flushed it down his Ponzi scheme toilet? “Oh, let’s protest. Oh, let’s make a speech in a public park and spit at passing celebrities...
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