Recipe For Disaster

My entry for `StJoan's Gourmet Lit contest.

Rather cynical, especially considering the holiday that's inspired it. But hey; it's what occurred to me after pondering her suggestion: "It doesn't have to be for food! Take a chance and throw some satire in there!"

This is also my first visual prose submission to dA. The structure was mandated by the need for a sidebar, so as not to obscure the sardonic punch line. On the plus side, this lets me show off my (somewhat rusty) layout and copyediting skills; I used to put together a small newsletter for a local charity, back in the day.

And before anyone asks: no, this is not based on me, or anyone I know personally. It's a commentary on how our culture treats our more misguided youth as expendable until proven otherwise. Mamas, don't let your babies grow up t'be gangstas.

~WordCount: 330 words.


Update, as of Dec. 3: Third place!