A Cold Game

Up until the early nineties, millions of Michigan youth had modest plans post-graduation: Work for General Motors for thirty years, then quit and enjoy a secure retirement like their parents did before them. Somebody should have told General Motors but they packed up and shipped out; leaving behind a totally dependent economy in flames. So much for the American Dream, if you were the offspring of shop workers enjoying an escape from the rural, racist South, following in Mommy and Daddy's footsteps.


Come take a walk in the land of the forgotten. Midwest, stand up. America, wake up. It is time to build our inner cities instead of our prison systems. The victims are no longer to blame. This is dedicated to every convict, every hustler who searched but couldn't find a way out. Keep your head up, you are not forgotten.