Fast Times at the Hampshire Mall (drabble) (original) (raw)

We walked around the mall, just like every other weekend, and found ways of making ourselves a menace to the beleaguered mall cops. We left note cards with snappy phrases (“Vin Diesel can read” comes to mind) and stole cameras to take pictures of our day. We’d leave these disposable memory recorders somewhere with a note that said, “Develop these, I dare ya.”

We gave advice as we robbed our way to adrenaline bliss, handing out pamphlets instructing people to ‘Eat (Their) Family’. This was youth, this was naivety, this was how things were supposed to be for us. Always.

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