“Heard of a van that’s loaded with weapons. Packed up and ready to go,” Byrne said, going on to describe a neighborhood in the grip of absolute chaos. “Heard of some gravesites out by the highway - a place where nobody knows.”
He sighed, and looked toward the skyline. “The sound of gunfire off in the distance . . . I’m getting used to it now. Lived in a brownstone, lived in the ghetto. I’ve lived all over this town.”
When asked how his family would survive without the income from the lemonade stand, Byrne reassured the Globe that he’s “got some groceries, some peanut butter, to last a couple of days.”
I thought this was for real for a second and was like wow just like parable of the sower
leave it to the boston globe to play stenographer for the petty bourgeois lemonade stand owning class
The relative value of a commodity can change, although its value remains constant. And, going the other way, its relative value can remain constant, although its value changes. The equation: 40 yards of lemon = 2 coats presupposes after all that both commodities cost equally much labour.
Oh no. Its not the economy. Just us dealing with the godless heathens. At least thats what the fascist say
I’m puttin this whole town in my rear view mirror
sell a man a gun and you’ll eat for a day
point a gun at a man and you’ll eat for the rest of your life
Did they have any grapes?
