economic_pattern_baldness
unhinged
they
say
the
recession
is
over
i
don't
feel
it
my
hair
is
falling
out
the
mayor raised
the
minimum
wage
to
$
15
in
20fucking17
assholes
but
in
the
past
three
years
my
rent
has
gone
up
40
%
my
hair
is
falling
out
climate
change
causes
drought
on
the
west
coast
the
price
of
food
soars
my
hair
is
falling
out
they
say
i
should
just
work
harder
work
more
work
longer
my
hair
is
falling
out
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...
unhinged
there's
no
help
coming
i
try
to
find
herbal
replacements
for
the
pharma
i
can't
afford
there's
no
help
coming
the
herbs
don't
stop
the
hair
from
falling
with
the
tears
there's
no
help
coming
god
bless
the
land
of
the
free
oligarchs
and
the
home
of
the
brave
wage slaves
when
your
family
is
almost
killed
by
an
infection
there's
no
help
coming
when
you
have
to
use
a
credit
card
to
buy
food
there's
no
help
coming
when
the
rent
goes
up
year
after
year
there's
no
help
coming
'
all
the
american
people
want
is
a
little
relief'
brought
tears
to
my
eyes
to
hear
one
politician
that
finally
got
it
there's
no
help
coming
'
where
i
come
from
no
body
ask
for
nothing
we
just
take
it'
don't
wait
for
it
cause
there's
no
help
coming
170901
...
unhinged
'
go
downstairs
and
get
me
a
can
of
peas
for
dinner
nick'
my
heart
thudded
against
my
chest
.
there
was
no
arguing
with
grandma
but
i
hated
going
down
in
that
basement
all
alone
.
my
grandparents
lived
through
the
great
depression
.
the
basement
was
a
mute
testimony
to
the
years
of
desperate
want
.
things
piled
up
so
high
i
felt
they
might
topple
on
me
. pathways
to
separate
his
from
hers
.
sometimes
i
found
my
grandma
far
back
in
the
dark
recesses
near
the
washing
machine
doing
laundry
.
sometimes
i
found
my
grandpa
at
his
tool
bench
by
the
sliding
glass
door
to
the
back
yard
drinking
the
beer
he
couldn't
have
upstairs
(
both
my
grandparents
were
alcoholics
but
my
grandma
quit
first
and
held
it
over
his
head
, banished
his
drinking
to
the
dark
dirty
basement
where
it
belonged.)
he
snickered
at
me
as
i
gingerly inched
towards
the
canned
goods
looking
for
whatever
grandma
had
sent
me
downstairs
for
so
she
wouldn't
have
to
climb
the
steep
stairs
.
the
mounted
deer
on
the
wall
scared
me
.
everything
about
that
basement
scared
me
.
after
my
grandpa
died
,
my
dad
was
searching
through
his
half
of
the
great
horde
.
that
was
when
i
noticed
the
rabbit
warren
-like pathways
through
all
that
stuff
.
piles
,
mountains
of
musty
cardboard
and
things
that
i
felt
like
i
shouldn't
look
too
closely
at
,
like
an
open
wound
.
my
dad
had
found
my
grandpa's
trunk
from
world
war
ii
and
at
the
bottom
of
it
were
movie
reel
shaped
metal
containers.
rations
from
his
military
service
from
sixty
years
before
now
i
understand
this
instinct
more
intimately
than
i
ever
thought
i
would
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