There are symbols of anarchy everywhere, like the underground rumblings of the subway. They are on the buildings, on the statues, in the unwritten rules of the addicts. They own the parking spaces, helping you back in with the grand motions like you are now pulling up next to the Hilton. The only difference is if you do not tip here they slash your tires. The ultimate trick or treat. You may not have the car, or a knife for that matter, but he was the first. You may ignore him; think you are in control, but only as long as he lets you. The grumblings are getting louder…..
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