If God Did Not Exist - Book I Act I Scene 7

Motherhood (2004. Knoxville.)

Jacob Esau is a writer of Syrian descent who— 

	(“Hey! 
		Citizens! 
My family and I are citizens now! 
Hands off me, motherfu— 
					Current papers? 
	What do you mean? 
		What—what papers? 
No, I don’t carry pr— 
				Oof! 
You jackboot thugs! Did you seriously just kick me to the ground?!
Hey. 
	Look. 
		Listen. 
I didn’t mean it.
Why don’t we both just calm down here? Maybe you didn’t hear me? 
I’m a citiz—
		In where? That van? Yeah, okay, no. Now I know you’re joking.
Where the hell do you think you’re gonna take us anyway! 
Hey. 
No. 
Don’t you dare point that taser at—”) 

—splits his time between the middle and eastern regions of Tennessee. As a Mideast Tennessyrian, he envisions the coming day when he will be imprisoned in some unnamed totalitarian state while writing and illustrating a weekly comic strip. …

He will publish these comics on his jail cell walls with just an audience of fellow inmates and prison guards to guffaw at his life’s work, their barks of elation only drowned out by the cracks of rifle butts and night sticks against his skull. Until that torturous, fortuitous day comes to pass, he will begrudgingly settle for selling little dramatic scenes told in the form of comic sonnet zines, just like the one you are holding in your hands now. 

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