Lucy MacLean

"Water..... Sugar Bombs, a bed,  sunscreen...gosh...  clean underwear. Something cold to drink, something alive to eat... ugh no...bad wording, something fresh to eat. Five minutes without radiation...ten without gunfire, maaaaybe a nice dog that doesn’t have two heads. Sugar Bombs...definitely Sugar Bombs....kay, Lucy, plenty to live for... keeeeep walking. Maybe a handsome man....no, noooo, absolutely not. Those require conversations, and feelings.. and somehow they’re always injured, Sugar Bombs... amen.”