Savior's Day

Savior's Day is coming up in New Hope City. Banners of Daveshead will be blowing all over the place. Huge party weekend. I'm stuck at the Rarty Room, recommending mood-enhancers to young mothers with 15,000Credit strollers, and their douchebag, young-E*ec husbands. Whole families trolling around in massive zippy-mobiles, sucking on fuDgeCREAmHOtsTocks. Buying SunshineLolliGaggers, jamming them down their screaming kids' throats so the kids fade into happy/docile bunny mode. Fuck. I'd rather be spinning some old wax spinners that John Finn and I found on the edge of the Wasteland. Light up a green cig and just chill the fuck out outside of Old Man O'Connor's noodle stand. But a man's gotta eat, right? So a man's gotta hustle and work.

Folks are abundantly crackooed-out in this city.

Lucas Renard out.