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

We were the ghosts of the economy, locked out of the only haunted house that would have us.

“My insulin was in the cooler bag on that shelf,” I heard a voice say. It was a new guy. I’d seen him before. A veteran. Lost a leg in a desert halfway across the world, came home to a country that thanked him for his service and then priced him out of existence.continue reading …