Love, Retro, and American Exceptionalism

Sneak with a thousand bits of metal jangling in your pockets.

Eat irradiated cereal without developing tumors.

Crush all forms of government you disagree with.

Replace them with shacks and caravans of drifters.

Take drugs.

Fight zombies.

Drink like it’s 1999.

Party like it’s 1955.

And when the deathclaws catch up to you, nuke the ground at your feet.