The man in me
I started writing a book which I swear I'm actually gonna finish this time.
Heree's the start of it.
Stay tuned for more.
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I’m very artistic.
Today I took a ball pin hammer and broke 13 windows on the Wells Fargo Bank on 19th and Pen.
This act of destruction was meant to signify the ever increasing oil prices and never sub siding national debt.
I was protesting.
I’m very artistic.
It’s May 5, 2007 and I don’t understand anyone.
Outside of Rob’s office, I listen to the same guitar riff, I’ve been hearing for the last hour. It’s in ¾ time. A down stroke on one, followed by two quick up strokes on 2 and 3.
Down, up, up. Down, up, up.
I think I can make out a tuba or a similar variety of brass accompanying the guitar on the down strokes. It reverberates through the walls and is very distracting. Rob tells me to ignore it and tells me I need to focus on what he is saying. I don’t like Rob.
I started visiting with Rob two years ago when I walked up Detroit St. and smashed every 3rd mailbox with a gold handled golf putter I got for my birthday in 1994.
It was meant to signify the declining relationship between today’s mailmen and the clients he visits.
No one understood it and I was arrested.
I’m forced to visit with Rob every Saturday unless it falls on a holiday.
Today is a holiday, but Rob told me since I am of German descent, and he is a “Jew,” the Fifth of May holds no special significance to either one of us. So on this Saturday, I sit and pretend to listen to Rob as he talks about controlling my “anger.”
Rob talks a lot about my “anger.” He says that it’s going to get me into serious trouble one day and that I must learn to control it.
I tell Rob that Anger is one of seven human emotions and is just as much a part of me as being happy, sad, scared, annoyed, frustrated or extra sad.
Heree's the start of it.
Stay tuned for more.
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I’m very artistic.
Today I took a ball pin hammer and broke 13 windows on the Wells Fargo Bank on 19th and Pen.
This act of destruction was meant to signify the ever increasing oil prices and never sub siding national debt.
I was protesting.
I’m very artistic.
It’s May 5, 2007 and I don’t understand anyone.
Outside of Rob’s office, I listen to the same guitar riff, I’ve been hearing for the last hour. It’s in ¾ time. A down stroke on one, followed by two quick up strokes on 2 and 3.
Down, up, up. Down, up, up.
I think I can make out a tuba or a similar variety of brass accompanying the guitar on the down strokes. It reverberates through the walls and is very distracting. Rob tells me to ignore it and tells me I need to focus on what he is saying. I don’t like Rob.
I started visiting with Rob two years ago when I walked up Detroit St. and smashed every 3rd mailbox with a gold handled golf putter I got for my birthday in 1994.
It was meant to signify the declining relationship between today’s mailmen and the clients he visits.
No one understood it and I was arrested.
I’m forced to visit with Rob every Saturday unless it falls on a holiday.
Today is a holiday, but Rob told me since I am of German descent, and he is a “Jew,” the Fifth of May holds no special significance to either one of us. So on this Saturday, I sit and pretend to listen to Rob as he talks about controlling my “anger.”
Rob talks a lot about my “anger.” He says that it’s going to get me into serious trouble one day and that I must learn to control it.
I tell Rob that Anger is one of seven human emotions and is just as much a part of me as being happy, sad, scared, annoyed, frustrated or extra sad.