Barry and Levon Save The World

Or, at least America

Part One

Barry took a drag from his cigarette. He only smoked when he got high. But he got high quite a lot so do with that information what you will. He sat up in his armchair, exhaled and said to Levon, “can you believe this puto Vance? That fucker says that ICE has ‘absolute immunity’ after killing that white girl.”

Levon scowled, “what’s that mean?”

“It means ICE can do whatever the fuck they want. They can kill you and ain’t shit your mama could do about it.”

“Damn. My moms prolly wouldn’t even care though -”

“That’s not the point!”

“Well, then what is the point?” Levon asked

Barry took another drag off his smoke and held it while he thought. He let out a long, exaggerated exhale and said in a low voice, “the point is that now they can hunt us like dogs whenever they want.”

Those words hung in the air for a moment longer than Levon was comfortable. Half joking he said, “maybe we should join up and hunt those fuckers,” and fell out laughing like he was Richard Fucking Prior.

Barry chuckl…