the smuggler’s bible

Godeliva

Godeliva leans out of her car window to flick ash at some orphans being led down the sidewalk by a tired nun. She laughs and rolls her eyes.

“Let me give you some advice, kids,” she says. “Life sucks unless you embrace the chaos. Put your shoulder to a few dominos. Knock that shit over and swim with the current. Find true freedom.”

The cars behind her honk furiously as the light cycles red to green to yellow. “I hear you,” Godeliva shouts over her shoulder. “Listen, just remember that if everyone was happy, we wouldn’t need rock and roll.”