My Cardboard Balcony

Patriotic Couple by Belinda Roddie Can I call you on Thomas Jefferson's birthday? See the Declaration I've hammered into your front door. Its parchment's a little old, but the text on it's still gold. I'll buy you fireworks on Thomas Jefferson's birthday.

"You're a bit touchy today,aren't you?" "Touchy?" I spat. "That's how you'd describe it? How about angry? Pissed off? About to rip your head off those fucking pasty shoulders of yours!" The scrawny white dude in the baseball cap backed off after that, and my girlfriend, beautiful and bold, came back to the stool that I had left vacant for her. Her red lips left a tint even on my dark skin. "Someone bothering you? I can kill them, if you'd like."