Wednesday, June 10, 2015
prodigal son
Papparin opens the door to see a hobo squating outside his house. He
hugs the lankey figure and tears drip onto a Diablo 2 shirt that has
seen better times. "Tonight we feast," Papparin says as he begins to
prepare a meal of falafel. Kripp flops down on his bed, surrounded by
empty OJ cartons from a year ago. The prodigal son has returned.
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