“There’s no such thing as a recession. My dad says it’s made up.” Barry interrupted, his arms flailing so everyone in the cafeteria could see. “The school’s just trying to save money by using squirrel meat. Or maybe even human meat. Shoot, people are eating the cicadas for snacks…Eww, dude.” He lifted up his tray and dropped it, a splatter of ground meat shot across the table, appearing more like spilled brains with beans. The mozzarella added to the neural-webbing look Read More