I am riding in a car with a kid I know from school. His most distinguished feature is that he is Russian and because I know this I'm not surprised by the old men sitting in the front seats squabbling in a foreign tongue. As we drive away from my school into a town that looks nothing like Chicago I see a man yelling at a hot dog stand in which no one is working at the moment. The man, all too passionate about encased meat product, pulls out a tommy gun from his trench coat. I look back in horror at the man taking out his consumer rage on the uninhabited stand. I see that the man is charging in the direction of the car. The street has lost its false sense of security and everyone starts running around with no knowledge of how inefficient they are. If everyone acted calmer under duress tragedies would be downgraded to events. I wish that society hadn't ever happened. That the freeways would go away and be replaced by rolling plains. Simplistic life is not something I can really find anymore. Living outside of society is not a lifestyle my mind or body are conditioned for. Societal comforts are now necessary to me and I can't think of a greater tragedy to my being.
Scene change: Chicago, United Center plaza. The Bulls are waiting to play a game, but have scampered out into the common area to be scared with the rest of us. But who is that in Joakim Noah's jersey? It's another one of my classmates! He's tall but not quite as tall as Joakim. He laughs with me, just as surprised that he is the starting center for the Bulls as I am. The gunman has made his way to the United Center along with me and all hell breaks loose around me and my classmate. We can't get over how funny it all is. Situational comedy can't be beat when it's shared. It's so great to be able to laugh at ourselves. The gunman isn't done. As long as he has ammunition he'll keep going.
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