Acceptable food rots while we are chased from bins behind restaurants chased from sleeping on the street chased from relieving ourselves unless we pay for food or gas until finally we are so hungry sleepless smelly constipated and beaten-down that we simply die of lack of will to live.
My mom is in the navy and my dad works for the army but I never called them 'sir' or 'ma'am' or anything like that and we never really moved around a lot because both my parents were stationed in D.C.
