#9 Dangerous Haircut
The Klingonz come to mind a lot while listening to the news this morning. Apparently in Canada a guy in college shot some other college students… Quebec has always been a rebellious place… but while describing the incident they mention the fact that he had a “mowhawk” and wore a trench coat more than the number of people he killed or why or the names of victims… Aparently mowhawk+trenchcoat = your kid may shoot up a school. Ahhhh American ignorance I love it…. So by those calculations I should be scare of anyone with one of these:
Actually I am more scared of fo-hawks than real mohawks because they are worn by ignorant frat boy retards.
and this guy doesn’t scare me either:
What about trenchcoats… if your kid starts wearing one you better watch out, thats what they want.
This guy doesn’t scare me:
This guy does though:
That’s Mr. Abramhoff and he buys off our politicians with the money of huge corporations
and these guys don’t scare me either:
My point is we are quick to blame haircuts, clothes, tv, music etc… for all the worlds problems, when crimes are committed by “normal” people we blame drugs or something else… what about bad parenting? or shitty people with fo-hawks that pic on the kids with Mohawks and trench coats…. No one wants to blame parents, but I think nurture is stronger than what kind of clothes you put on or the music you listen to…
But if I were scare of people in clothes I be more scared of these criminals who have committed the crime of theft against you and me:
and I am very scared of guys dressed like this:
Wow a lot have a similar haircut too………… the comb-over?
#10 5 years later
So Saturday night I went out for some drinks with my friend. We went to a local bar (yuppie/jock) place where the crowd sucks but atmosphere is cool and the drinks are around 3 bucks each so its not that bad. Anyways I was down to my last 10 bucks and was feeling pretty drunk, needed to piss and headed off to the men’s pisser. I’m standing at the urinal and this middle aged yuppie next to me pissing asks. “Are you in the service?” (At first I thought this was some sort of gay code like “are you on the team?”) But then I realized he was probably asking about the tattoos so I say “Yes I was, Army, yourself?” Maybe he was making small talk, he says “no.” So I’m like what the fuck in my head, but drunk yuppies, what do you do. He was a big guy, well built, maybe he wanted to fight or something… anyways I follow him over to the sink (there was only one) and he washes his hands and dries them and I am about to step up to the sink when this guy pulls out a wad of cash, I’m talking a WAD like Tony Soprano or something, he hands me two bills, and I’m shocked drunk and like “um no I don’t want your money man” and he’s like “fuck you” so I say “ok next round is on you then, thanks” It looked like 2 10 dollar bills but I stuffed them in my pocket like we just made a drug deal…. anyways, I go back out and sit down sort of shook up by that thinking it was weird and shit. Both way no big deal I told my friend what had just happened and they ask “how much,” to which I have no clue but I don’t want to look at it and count it with him possibly watching. I locate him at the bar he’s parting with a bunch of people and so I pull out of my pocket two 100 dollar bills!!! I got sick to my stomach… I don’t make a lot of money so 200 bucks is huge to me! I just wanted to leave before he realized what he had done and asks for his money back… but there was only one exit and he and his group were there.. I felt so uncomfortable so I drank more with a wide eyed look, then I notice him and his group had left and I continued to drink and got really drunk and walked home.
I don’t know if it was 9/11 weekend or what, I wish rich men would give me 200 dollars every time I went into a bathroom, but if that was the case, I’d probably have to be prostitute for that to happen.
So why did this happen to me, I don’t do well at casinos, I really don’t have luck as far as things go. Here are some thoughts I have come up with.
A. Philanthropy feels good. Hell the giver usually gets more out of the act of giving than the person receiving. Maybe inspired by the patriotism of this weekend or guilt of all the money he’s made on owning stock in defense contractors since 9/11 or something along those lines. 200 bucks was chump change to this man, and he felt he was fulfilling some sort of patriotic duty. My service wasn’t for fame, glory, recognition or anything, I went in November 2000, when things were much more peaceful and Clinton was President. The days of innocence and when we were more scared of some inner city black youth attacking us at our local mall than an Islamic suicide bomber. This is a whole other area of ignorance. I simply went in to make my father proud, to gain something from him I never felt I had as a kid. 9/11 came along and well it changed everything.
B. Guilt is a huge motivator for benevolence. What skeletons might this guy have? Did he dodge the draft in Vietnam? Did he keep his kid from going in? Was it because I did something he was unwilling to do, and this was his tactic to pacify some sort guilt he has that he keeps inside.
C. Was this some sort of “fuck you poor kid?” He did say “fuck you” when I tried to give him the money back.
D. Maybe this guy is just a baller and this is how he rolls… its a step up from the empty gesture flag waiver club.
So yeah I really need 200 bucks, to bail me out of some bills, but I spent 10 at the bar, another 40 on groceries I needed, and 150 I deposited in my account, and then I wrote a check for 150 bucks and put it in the mail today to the wounded warriors project. They deserve it more than me. Heroes come home in body bags or stretchers missing limbs, not unscathed like me. I’m not a hero I’ve done nothing heroic.
So if you are feeling some sort of guilt or need to be philanthropic please go to http://www.woundedwarriorproject.org It’s a great cause that I have donated to a couple of times.
9/11/06 5 years later, we are not much safer. I don’t let fear rule my life the way they want though, they won’t ever make us safe as long as they can get things from us if we are scared. While you are surfing the web take a peek at something thought provoking. www.myspace.com/911truth
