Thirty-eight days ago, I returned to the States. I spent several months in the South Pacific working and enjoying the sun and sand. Of course, I was excited to be reunited with my family, but at the same time, I felt a creeping dread at returning to the Empire of Nothing. A dread that was justified immediately during my layover in the airport where I gazed upon corpulent Americans huffing behind filthy face muzzles. Disgusting mutants with limp undersized arms and oversized guts sucking down foul masked air.
Thirty-Eight Days Back in the Empire
Thirty-Eight Days Back in the Empire
Thirty-Eight Days Back in the Empire
Thirty-eight days ago, I returned to the States. I spent several months in the South Pacific working and enjoying the sun and sand. Of course, I was excited to be reunited with my family, but at the same time, I felt a creeping dread at returning to the Empire of Nothing. A dread that was justified immediately during my layover in the airport where I gazed upon corpulent Americans huffing behind filthy face muzzles. Disgusting mutants with limp undersized arms and oversized guts sucking down foul masked air.