The districts roll by, too many for me to possibly count. I catch the girl tribute from District 7, the district attorney district, staring at me contemptuously. I can tell that beneath her pantsuit there is a fierce rage directed straight at me, although I have no idea why. Maybe it’s my killer costume that’s setting her off.

The next pair is from District 8, the red light district. I’m not sure what they make there, but their tributes are dressed very provocatively.

Later comes District 10, the theater district, and as usual, both tributes are boys.

The Hunger Pains, The Harvard Lampoon, p. 31 (via myprivatelibrary)

2.20.12. i should really get this book,

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