I'm known to many as "The Voice of the Working Class." That's what they (the Kids) call me. It's definitely not a title I awarded myself. You see, I've never worked a day in my life
Oh, I wasn't a milkman. That's just a micro or "flash" fiction from my days in an MFA program
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If I could be bothered cracking open Photoshop that green (?) pollo tucked into your shirts would be converted into a white button-up shirt tucked into white pants, with a white matching hat. Let's take this fiction to a restraining order.
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