Honest Like A Zombie
Then I actually laughed out loud. Vandalized? As if that word or hundreds of others we were still using had any meaning any more.
I hated the rule-of-law fuckers more than the goddamn zombies because there was something fundamentally honest about a zombie. I had no reason to question their motivation, it was as clear as their gapping mouths. They had no hidden agenda and did not suffer delusions or have questionable connections to reality.
The people who went around preaching that maintaining some sense of an ordered society would keep us all connected to our humanity were so full of shit that they reeked of desperation, and I knew to stay away from drowning people.
There was even some dumb-ass motherfucker going around trying to deliver mail.