‘I’m in this awful place called bum fuck, ‘ she cried into the phone.
Peter asked, ‘Where are you?’
He couldn’t hear her. He was standing outside a gray mall in north america handing out flyers to gray looking americans.
‘In this awful place called bum fuck, if you have a map I’ll help you locate it,’
‘ I don’t have a map at the moment, penny, I’m sort of busy,’
‘Sort of busy doing what?’
‘Educating the masses,’
Each piece of paper Peter handed out said life guarantees nothing,
but people just thought they were getting coupons for the food court.