Wind Tickets For Billy

This state, formerly hanging on by barely a thread of life (and Screech's property taxes), has withdrawn all plans of reconciliation with its citizens. People again walk down the streets without caring two diseased carcasses for their brethren. The wind whispers sweet nothings into another man's ear: ruptured ear drums would prevent the absorption, but unfortunately, at this point, it's just lemming like stupidity. Apologies were not, and are not, forthcoming. Good night.