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Desperate Cry for Help 023
I know what you're all thinking. You sit there and judge and think, "WOW. There's a guy who just threw away his life in some random pointless way; some dude who never did anything for anyone; some jerk who had it all and then looked the other way."
Yeah, I let all my opportunities slip. Yeah, I took all your hand outs and then just... looked the other way.
Sure, I've never accomplished, or achieved, or had goals or anything.
But deep down, you know, I just never cared.
I don't know if there's some magical gene that makes you give a damn, but if there is, I didn't inherit it.
Instead I just sat around playing Duck Hunt until my classic NES died. And then, in a show of initiative, I went to the local flea market where a crazed Vietnam vet, with two legs and two arms, told me in detail about how he got blown to shit for ol' Uncle Sam, and yet here he was, raising what little money he could selling Gameboys to syphilis stricken orphans.
And from him I bought a used Sega Genesis with Street Fighter II, Art Alive, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. And when I left that old vet, I swear I saw a tear in his eye.
Was he crying for America? Was he crying because I bought the Genesis and the three games off of him for 15 bucks when a more generous person would have offered 20? Or were there just too many damned onions on his cheap flea market hot dog?
I'll never know.
But Chun-Li can do a kick-ass helicopter kick.
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