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d**kheads shit-talk, huddled single-file First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads or mourn a murdered friend who will never walk a mile in this tiny woman's shoes. Drink up and mumble your abuse. I'm still humbled by it all: busting windows and getting busy around the same time (with Labonte's older sister behind the sportsplex decked out in her Speedos), that I was riding with no hands, Bella was flinching from the sting of a Depo Proveran "family planning", and a holocaust spanning her own Pearl Harbour A prison my country underwrote in paradise. 25 years to the rest of her life. And in the shadows of Santa Cruz, she crossed her fingers behind her back. where as night fell she emerged Built Suharto a Trojan horse and lay still with a box under her arm 'til the motherf**ker sent her north and her uniform. that held der pledge of allegiance She laid it at the gates of General's emba*sy and her whisper echoed into a dawn The truth will set my people free as she disappeared: