Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to be free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
-Emma Lazarus
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
A glimpse into the life of a man who haunts coffee shops.