The Mobile Misogynist, part 2

  With head hanging low he walks to the street and enters his silver Kia; Sunglasses shroud his darkness, as he bites processed cheese rolled in tortilla. Twenty minutes of driving, four Depeche Mode songs and he arrives at work; Songs from youth— virginity, failed expectations and bullies that lurk.     He works in … Continue reading The Mobile Misogynist, part 2