How lovely, to ride bikes and sit in front porches and spend time reading (and quoting) poetry. I bet those soldiers you don't really think about very much had little to nothing to do with these delicious freedoms you've enjoyed over Summer's past. Good thing, too, because having to acknowledge them would totes harsh a summer buzz. You asshole.

Jesus... that's the furthest I've ever had to go for dead puppies.

I loved reading this. Thank you Rebecca Brown.