“Did you see? The fucking line goes all the way around the next block, too.”
“What time is this supposed to start?”
“Seven, I think. Some of these sorry bastards look wet right through.”
“I wouldn’t wait like that. Well, maybe for a Zep reunion or something, but not for no politician.”
“Yeah, I don’t know. I’ve listened to this guy a few times. He makes sense. Things need to change.”
“They are changing, dude. They’re getting worse. The game is rigged. Like Carlin said: it’s a big club and you ain’t in it.”
“Look. The line is finally moving.”
