Quirky storefronts in Hampden that made it difficult to arrange bars & restaurants in a pleasing manner. Gas lamps providing low, seedy lighting and eerie shadows in the corners. Shady characters and sordid criminals lined the bar, slogging and sloshing thick beer and whiskey onto the sticky countertop and dirty floor. They spoke of past horrible deeds and laughed about them.
Post apocalyptic city. Samurai swords carried by groups of citizens as they stormed the streets to save the city – razor-sharp blades slicing off fingers, hands, arms & legs. Guns firing in all neighborhoods. Smashed, burning cars everywhere. Zombies eating the slow and the weak.
And then, sauntering down the mayhem-filled streets came Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith. He surveyed the destruction and chaos, arms held wide, nodding his head in approval. I approached him slowly, samurai sword gripped firmly.
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"Zombies eating the slow and the weak."
Are you sure you weren't dreaming about my last place of employment?
Zombies and cubicles go together.
Many mornings, I sit on the bike rack an watch all of the zombies stroll across the plaza, funneling toward the same door. It's very Romeroesque, especially on dark, cloudy days.
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