Today I was sitting watching a pearl harbor doc. And as I was watching the planes drop the bombs and kill our boys, a voice from the past yet so much like my own rose up in side my head. As I saw the smoke rising from the capsized oklahoma It got louder and louder until it was forced out of my lips..."Thats all I can stands, and I can't stands no more. THATS ALL I CAN STANDS AND I CAN'T STANDS NO MORE!" Then some death metal started playing somewhere and I stomped out my front door I jumped down the stairs of my appartment buldng. 11184 Huston st. #202, and I ripped open the front door and saw a man weeding our garden. I walked right over, the metal still blaring in my head and my face all red and splotchy and my fists clenched and I pulled the small gardner up and spit in his face as I screamed "THATS ALL I CAN STANDS AND I CAN'T STANDS NO MORE!!!" I then hit Mr. Cho, our diminutive, acient Japanese gardner. I hit him so hard I broke his jaw. And you know what after the metal music died down and the ambulence came and I went of to a hospitial where docs and nurses stay far away from theier moaning patents, I realized....Mr. Cho wasen't even Japenese...And Popeye would'eve never hit someone with Death metal music playing...it just was not his style...Im a bad american...and now..Im insane.
Macoocoo
Macoocoo
