Appeasing the deranged.

“What’re you fuckin’ wearing that thing for?” His jaw jutted out as he said it. You could see it jutting all the way out because he wasn’t wearing a mask, unlike me. I’d walked into the barber shop wearing my freedom-hating face pants and walked right into the telescoping secondary mouth of an HR Giger Alien if the Alien was a red-headed munter who smelled of Cheezels and beer.

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