On the humble advice of Gandhi, I’ve waged a one-man campaign of civil disobedience against puritan rule.
“Be the change you wish to see,” said my spiritual guide. I’ve done just that. Since I was old enough to convince someone older than me to slink into the shop, and secure me some silly soup, I’ve fought a proxy war against the enemies of impropriety.
They’re everywhere, these types. They’re legion. They come in shapeshifting editions, from the health fanatic to the harm-preventer, to the peddlers of falafel. Worse yet, they have children. Their children have children.
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