War Games

Jul 31, 2007 12:50


“Your grandparents were so lucky,” the bigger boy said to me at play time. “They didn't have to live through the Depression like mine did.” He fiddled with the toy train.

I thought of my grandparents' stories of civil war, of street-vendoring for pennies a day. But my foreign-born shame followed my family's bloodline to this nation, where I was ( Read more... )

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jay_chan July 31 2007, 20:38:50 UTC
I like this. =) Is it fiction?

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eggzbenedikt July 31 2007, 20:59:01 UTC
It is fiction. Some parts of it are drawn from childhood memories, but there was absolutely no political discourse when I was 4 years old.

Bastard wouldn't let me play with the train, though.

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jay_chan August 1 2007, 03:05:01 UTC
Damn kids.

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eggzbenedikt August 20 2007, 04:08:45 UTC
Long time reply later because I want to be self-deprecatingly funny:

Of course it's fiction! I didn't have a girlfriend in high school!

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montydrei September 7 2007, 13:59:37 UTC
Man, fucking non-sharing bastard.

I remember Mrs. Neal, too. I think she was all right.

There was no Sara.

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eggzbenedikt September 7 2007, 22:45:52 UTC
Of course there was no Sara; I never dated in high school.

FICTION

:SOB:

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montydrei September 8 2007, 10:19:25 UTC
Yes, I realized it was FICTION. Just adding evidence to the pot.

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