Paramilitarism in Costa del Burger

Todd McEwen

It was to be the Pupae. A word nobody understood. It could easily have been the Romulets or the Hiawathas. I was only seven when they sent me to join up. I say only obviously because I’m trying to present mine as a tragic case. Not real tragedy, but, you know, pathetic.


Punishable Innocence
Eddie-baby