Laying The Blame
He takes the wad of cash out of his pocket and transfers it to his wallet, lest he forget it and it later find it in a washing machine soaking wet. He unfolds a crumpled up $5 bill so that it lays easily on top of two $10s that he’ll slip into the wallet.
Unfolding the 5, he looks at it, studies it.
“You mother-fucker” he utters. “The things people have done for you..”
He promptly straightens out the bills and jams them into his wallet, snapping the wallet shut, frustrated by his struggle.
Inside, the bills commiserate. “There they go again,” the 5 said. “I haven’t said a thing, haven’t done a thing, can’t move a muscle. In fact, I’ve got no muscles! And somehow, all of the bad shit done in our name is our fault? Humans still can’t find it in themselves to look in the mirror and see for themselves”.
Unfolding the 5, he looks at it, studies it.
“You mother-fucker” he utters. “The things people have done for you..”
He promptly straightens out the bills and jams them into his wallet, snapping the wallet shut, frustrated by his struggle.
Inside, the bills commiserate. “There they go again,” the 5 said. “I haven’t said a thing, haven’t done a thing, can’t move a muscle. In fact, I’ve got no muscles! And somehow, all of the bad shit done in our name is our fault? Humans still can’t find it in themselves to look in the mirror and see for themselves”.
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