I dated Shayne Lester for about three weeks recently. I’d met him at the radical zine fair at the airport Marriott. His political fervor appealed to me. However, he may have too much of it; one day as we walked downtown, he got into a screaming argument about fascism with some guy, because the guy wore a SPAY & NEUTER ANTIFA cap. The argument lasted forever and embarrassed the shit out of me. I broke up with Shayne immediately afterwards. You don’t make converts by screaming at them. Or by wearing a dumb cap yourself—TUCK FRUMP, in his case.
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