(Author’s note: I am working to get back to weekly writing. Work just sucks the energy out of you. So take this, and enjoy!)
This Used To Be My Playground
by Miles H. Rost
“I remember making Gurgles the Clown throw up outside of “The High Roller”!”
“He threw up on that karen, didn’t he?”
“Ha! Now I remember! She was really riding us all day.”
“Can’t believe it’s gone now.”
“Yeah, Once the virus hit, everything fun went away. Can’t go anywhere people might congregate”
“I guess the karens got back at us, after all.”
“Yep. They want us all to be miserable.”
“Did you hear what they will build on the site?”
“Probably another big box store.”
“That’s usually their go-to, isn’t it?”
“Miserable and compliant. That’s all they want us. Period.”
Ooh, dark and close to the bone. Well done.
I based this story off a conversation I had with a friend who worked for Disneyland at one time. That’s one reason it’s close to the bone.
Bad dreams are fast becoming reality ….
Time to fight back and build a ten-pin bowling ally – I love those.
Bleak. They’d stop building all those “Stuff-Marts” if people would stop flocking to them like lemmings.
And alive, of course. Dead people don’t pay taxes.
Too, too true. Well told.