The billboard truck came to the end of the road and parked.

Shop a Looter.

It was a good line, considering they can't have had long to design it. I gave Garthene and Lindsey their yumyums, the walked over to take a closer look at the billboard. It was a bit embarrassing but the looter with the shorts was wearing a shirt that I own, the off-white one with tiny blue dots. Of all the suspects, he was the easiest to hate. He had a can of lager in one hand, another in his pocket. He looked picnic-ready, smiling. I wasn't too proud to recognise a bit of myself in him and then slowly recognise all of myself in him because I was him and he was me, my own personal self.