Saturday, March 22, 2008
Warning
This guy comes into the office at work. He is with another guy and we are all bullshitting. Hell, at my fucking job the only thing that sometimes makes the day fucking passable is the fact that I get to bullshit with people during the day. So this one guy says something to the effect of, (and I can't remember how the fuck we got to that part of the conversation), "you every wish you could kill people for a day."
What?
What the fuck did I just hear?
Now I know the context that the dude was talking about. And I said something in like, "I don't think this is the time or place for this kind of conversation." But like in a joking casual way. And we laughed and it wasn't no big thing really.
But then you think about what he said. Shit, is this like a warning sign? Is this fucker gonna go loony fucking toons? Are we cool enough that if he goes fucking nuts that if my fat ass ends up in the gunsight he decides that we are cool and shoots the punk-ass bitch supervisor instead?
Then on the other side of the coin, of course I have thought about going on a killing spree. Who the fuck hasn't? Hell, I have grown up in America where I am inundated with violent imagery and I do have a kick ass imagination. I have played video games and seen movies. Hell, I write stories, (not very good ones but whatever).
I wouldn't ever go on a killing spree though. At least not unless I had inoperable cancer or something. Even then I would probably just take a shit load of heroin and coke and all the really good drugs that are out there. I am just not feeling the whole going out in a blaze of glory thing or riding the lightning in the electric chair. You may call me a pussy if you want.
So I think this guy was just fucking around and like I said I can't remember the context of the conversation but whatever, I needed something to write about.
Laterzzz...
Labels: killing, psycho, spree, warning, work
