But That Doesn't Mean I Love You Less
It's not Halloween. The police officer in the patrol car raises his brow as he spots the lone zombie. Welcome to the Garden State of New Jersey, where the air is bad and at least 45% of the people are loud, obnoxious, or bat-shit crazy. The police officer thinks about stopping the car and questioning the zombie. But it's such a pleasant night and he has crimes to fight. He's a huge fan of The Walking Dead, but, come on, there's no such thing as zombies. He sometimes sits in front of his flat screen TV and contemplates the future of this country. Jersey Shore. Honey Boo Boo. Duck Dynasty. Irresponsible politicians. Racist filthy rich morons. Drone wars. And bombs. His cousin's neighbors' son suffers From PTSD. His brother-in-law's best friend almost lost his house. The light at the end of the tunnel is a train. The light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off due to budget cuts. He casts one last look at the staggering zombie and decides to let the poor bastard have some fun. Something about the zombie seems familiar. But hey, all zombies look the same. He can't fix all their problems. He ain't Batman.
"Neither are you, Mr. Affleck." The police officer smiles and steps on the gas. The patrol car speeds away.
The zombie keeps on walking, staring straight ahead. Huge oily brown cockroaches emerge from the roadside gutter as tiny bits of flesh start peeling off his decomposing body and leave a breadcrumbs trail. He has one goal, one destination in his dead mind. And he's getting there.
~Theme Song: Torn Between Two Lovers by Mary MacGregor~