The arrowheads that I hunted as a child are gone.
Today, kids scavenge through wet leaves
discarded Frito bags,
and the occasional used condom
("Is this a balloon?")
for bottle caps.
"Look, Mom! I found a St. Pauli Girl!"
The American childhood just ain't what it used to be.
Fiction in 55 for my G-Man
I interviewed Coal Black at Real Toads today. Don't miss it!