You Can Be Nice And Be A Neo-Nazi
Don’t go for nice, go for just.
I was sitting in the Peter Pan bus, from Boston to Northampton, Massachusetts. On this two-and-a-half-hour bus ride, my attention zoned in and away from the tattoo on this white guy’s bald head in the seat in front of me. Very intricate four-leaf clover. I look out the window and look back again.