Context Free Words: Saturday, October 11, 2025

He hikes up his skinny jeans, and sighs. His stomach questions his choice of fashion. The audience, a smattering of mall walkers, and curious drunks slurping Orange Julius, is light in real life. “Do it for the ‘gram,” he whispers. He fixes his hair, pushes his cheeks into a smile, the ruddiness filling the space around his pug nose. He swipes open the phone, and presses play.

“My friends,” says the Strip Mall Preacher. “My friends.”