TheWereplatypus

Welcome to America, where the land is promised to those with change and you can have a home if you're free and brave. Welcome to America, where the lesser of two evils must be chosen and where an unborn child is more popular than an unnamed soldier. Here, you can buy a therapeutic mattress for $19.99 and try it risk free for 30 days, money-back guarantee, but you can't sleep on it with someone of the same sex. Welcome to America, where you're shoved off the boat and into a job that no one else wants to do. Welcome to America, where you take a number and wait at a desk for over a decade and learn what they want to tell you. Here, you're taught

  It was a cold day, by standards of summer, but a warm day, by standards of winter. It was neither season, so it must have been either spring or autumn. You may think it silly, to not know what season it is, but foliage was scarce in the city and the buildings always blocked out the sun. The seasons came and gone with very few distinguishing characteristics in between. I'd lost track of time, which was an easy thing to do when you aren't forced to know what time it is. I knew it was spring, for the trees in the park were green and lush and birds other than pigeons and crows flew through the air. I will always remember when it's spring now, f