What can YOU say in six sentences?
There's a cemetery up on the Strip, and no-tell motels, and living dead for miles and miles--junkies and crackheads and winos, oh my, and people invaded by unnamed afflictions, and those diagnosed, given pills, and cut loose to fend for themselves in the wilds.
All races and ages, most nationalities too, their one common stamp being poverty, man, and with it lost hope; the two are as one and have been since Nixon.
The bus hauls them all to the thrift shops and welfare, their clinics, court dates, p.o.'s, their connections, and all the nowheres that loners spend time in for days upon days without end.
A loner walked up to a driver one time and blew him away, and sent the bus over the side of a bridge into four-story freefall. He'd been a guy who stayed in his room and jacked off to porn and died daily, and finally decided a gun was the way to bust the fuck out of L7.
A lot of L7s up on the Strip, and other places where bullets make headlines, and from some issue sounds like low grinding noises in throats, volcanos building to blow.