"Not a DINKy, but I'm glad to listen," said a fellow traveler to an older lady.
"This is how we do it," people sang about getting safe from the wilds and fringes.
"A whole block is shut down because, that one," a mug shot in a cheese wrapper "dry sack" was pointed at, "Is taking pot shots at any movement."
"Maybe he's blind and scared," an advocate for We the People said stepping off the bus on the way to a housecleaning job.
"We didn't know."
"Know what?"
"Anything really."
"Let alone that there was a building up there that stupid people who mess everything up have been using to," the young girl fell quiet when the Policepeople came near.
"Do drugs????" A middle-age woman asked loudly.
"Not at that site. Is that what you guys call places?"
"There's no more us guys." The middle-ager explained that who the girls had been following around and trying to get in with were people involved in Corporations and Organizations. "And not giving up their real jobs anytime soon."
"Fine."
"Figures."
The "third wheel" of the "girl gang" sighed. Said, "I hate conflict."
"Yeah, everybody's got their panties on a little too tight around here."
"You're quoting!"
"Right," she said it again and accidentally scratched someone's face with a sparkly fingernail as she overkill'd on airquoting.
A guy in an anklebracelet hopped over to play up wounded with his Perscription partner.
"I would like to know." Said a trim physically man who everybody knew from Local TV. The middle-age woman stepped in front of the girls. "You could pay us for our information," she said. "How much do you charge?"
"We've been traveling around the Country and taking photographs and writing blurbs for food."
"Still hungry?"
She looked back at the younger girls. "They probably are. This cultural twisting is making me want to puke."
"Like vertigo," the man said.
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