Prairie Boy

(waving)

The security guard assigned to the mall door is fucking unimpressed. I imagine she showed up for work in the afternoon having forgotten that she would be working late. Her hair is pulled taught into a humourless ponytail. “How can I help you?” she asks as we roll up to the door.

I’ve never been to Los Angeles. I’ve gotten close a few times. I probably won’t make it there in this lifetime. America in 2025 is a spike trap I’m not interested in navigating at my age.

Hoo boy