What would happen if those losing their pensions weren’t the ones to pay?
What would happen if the downtrodden rose up?
It’d be a comical mess, that’s what, and that’s what Wake Up, Detroit is – a satirical look at banking, government, politics, media, and the nobody-Americans that hate it all.
Yes, Wake Up, Detroit is your kind of book. It’s short, coming in at just under 18,000 words and about 65 pages. That means you won’t get bored.
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Excerpt of Wake Up, Detroit
“There it is,” Tommy said as he pulled the beat-up old Ford F-150 over to the curb, “number 223, Mayor Mort Finicky’s house.”
Ernie nodded. “Well, let’s go up there and ask him, huh?”
“Damn straight!”
The two truck doors slamming were the only sounds along the quiet neighborhood street. Tommy took the lead up the neatly-manicured lawn, not bothering to walk on the ornately-carved stepping stones so intricately set out for them.
“Here goes,” Tommy said once they were both standing on the small cement porch steps, his fist poised over the door.
He pounded away loudly three times, not bothering with the marble-fashioned doorknocker already there.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Tommy looked over at Ernie and smiled, but Ernie only frowned. After a few moments they could hear movement from within, and then the door locks coming unlatched.
“Yes, what can I…”
Mort trailed off when he saw the two men standing on his steps.
“Hello, sir, we’re–”
“What the fuck are you thinking?” Tommy cut off Ernie loudly, poking Mort in the chest with his finger.
“Now, wait a minute, here!” Mort said, backing up a step and getting his arms up in front of himself.
“You fucking scum!’ Tommy spat. “Stealing fucking pensions from hardworking people like my friend Ern, here!” He slapped his arm across Ernie’s shoulders, which only made Ernie frown more. “Boy, pal, you’re one sick fuck!”
“Hey, that wasn’t my decision, it was–”
“Yeah?” Tommy shouted as he pulled a gun from his back hip pocket and stuck it up in Mort’s face. “If it wasn’t you then who the fuck did this shit!”
“Oh…hell!” Mort said before his face went red.
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