Your Mom Wears Skinny Jeans
The red bullseye gleamed before me. The parking lot extended in all directions, shiny chrome and glass everywhere, unnecessary consumption at its best. Carts, looking barely used, were being herded into an orderly formation. Life was good. Life was clean, and shiny, and plastic. And good. Something about suburban shopping malls makes me feel wonderful. Living in San Francisco, where every inch of the city seems specially zoned for grass-roots, dolphin-saving, organic food col
