(This was written two years ago, but is still just as relevant, so I thought I’d reshare it.)
By Mikal Jakubal
“The ripoff moon. That’s what my grandpa used to call it…the ripoff moon.”
“Yes,” I mumbled under my breath to my friend standing next to me, “he should know.” The speaker was, after all, the notorious ripoff son of said grandpa, himself a notorious ripoff. A friend and I were talking with him in front of my place, across the street from the junkyard and jumbled cluster of squalid hovels where the family lives.