They Kicked Our Survival Box, So We Built a Wall They Couldn’t Tear Down

distribution without a permit.”

“It’s not distribution,” I spoke up, standing from my chair. My joints popped loud enough to echo. “It’s sharing. Since when do you need a permit to share?”

He finally looked at me. He gave a tight, condescending smile. The kind of smile you give a confused toddler. “Sir, if someone eats that peanut butter and has an allergic continue reading …