Beast System Blues
Beast System Blues Riffs on a fallen world Joe Allen Our world is full of treachery. Just look around. There are knuckleheads who refuse to return shopping carts to the corral, leaving your local parking lot a cluttered obstacle course. We’ve had years to adapt to digital culture, yet some obnoxious d-bags still blab with their speakerphone at full volume. I imagine these same people drive slow in the passing lane. You’d think they enjoy being a pain. Signs of the End Times are everywhere—and have been since the very first city wall crumbled. My own neighborhood has been made vibrant by immigrants, lunatics, and white trash. The immigrants hover like ghosts, saying nothing, connected to no one but their co-ethnics overseas. The lunatics ask me for unreasonable favors. In return, they offer the dark secrets of the universe. Just the other day, a loudmouth wiggety-wig stood in the lot across from my place screaming at his girlfriend on the phone. His strained accent was a cross bet...