Your Happy Place

Not that I’m complaining, I prefer going it alone.

If I didn’t, I could have joined up with one of The Communities.

Well, not so much The Communities themselves- If you weren’t part of The Fed or The Biz when they began or you weren’t born into them, there’s no way you’re getting in.

But there’re always the barnacle towns right outside the gates.

They get the skim from The Communities; they even have power a couple hours a week.

But I just can’t stand to live next to the walls- always wondering what’s it like inside, knowing I’ll never find out.

I’d rather walk in hopes of finding something better.

My dad would be proud; the american dream is alive and well.

Unless the Second Comers get me...