The Line is Finally Moving

“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.”

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