JaymesBlond007
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The night before last, my mother had a party to celebrate her retirement. As my family began to arrive, we all eventually flocked to the same table, talking about our current lives as we usually do. (Before you jump to any conclusions, please continue to read past this next part.) Now my cousins, myself, and my brother are all born within ten years of each other, my brother being the oldest, me the next and so on, so we have a very strong emotional bond.
She has graduated from college and now manages a family owned drugstore. She began to talk about one day last week, and I noticed her expression begin to change. She was telling me about this guy who had come in to the store to buy a greeting card, that was wearing one of those ski hats/beanies and a pair of sunglasses. Being in south Austin, this wasn't to out of the ordinary so nobody really piad any attention...until he withdrew a handgun
That's right, she was being robbed at gunpoint.
My little cousin Amy.
My 20yr. old, 5ft. nothing, 100 pound, blond haired, green eyed, cousin. He proceeded to command everyone to kneel on the floor, place their head on the ground, and clasp their hands behind them...MY FUCKING COUSIN!
She just stared at me. "Christian," she said, "I just knew he was going to shoot us in the head."
MY FUCKING COUSIN!!
The man had previously written out a list of drugs and was now demanding them with threats of physical harm and/or death. Appearantly the man stated that his wife has been diagnosed with cancer and he has no insurance nor could he afford the drugs himself. I feel for his wife, I really do. Certain parts of me even harbor sympathy for the guy as well. But playing God is not the answer.
Now here's the kicker...
Some fuckin' bitch that had been sitting at the table blurts out, " Well if his wife had cancer, then I don't blame him.".
What!? What the FUCK was that noise you just regurgitated!?
I wanted to. I reeeally wanted to. This girl continued to speak, I would assume to defend the previous fart that just came out of her mouth, but I couldn't hear her. I couldn't hear anything. I watched myself, in one deft motion, jump across that table and snatch that woman's life with my bare hands.
One simple question. Does the means justify the exremes? I want to reiterate the sorrow I felt for this man and his wife. I know what a shitty hand life can deal people at times. But does that compensate for his actions? Did he make a fair decision?
This might not even be a good thread. I never really know what to post here. I see so many complaints about shitty threads, I'm usually too scared to post anything for fear of looking like a jackass. If nothing else, a few snide remarks about that daffy bitch at our table would be greatly appreaciated.
She has graduated from college and now manages a family owned drugstore. She began to talk about one day last week, and I noticed her expression begin to change. She was telling me about this guy who had come in to the store to buy a greeting card, that was wearing one of those ski hats/beanies and a pair of sunglasses. Being in south Austin, this wasn't to out of the ordinary so nobody really piad any attention...until he withdrew a handgun
That's right, she was being robbed at gunpoint.
My little cousin Amy.
My 20yr. old, 5ft. nothing, 100 pound, blond haired, green eyed, cousin. He proceeded to command everyone to kneel on the floor, place their head on the ground, and clasp their hands behind them...MY FUCKING COUSIN!
She just stared at me. "Christian," she said, "I just knew he was going to shoot us in the head."
MY FUCKING COUSIN!!
The man had previously written out a list of drugs and was now demanding them with threats of physical harm and/or death. Appearantly the man stated that his wife has been diagnosed with cancer and he has no insurance nor could he afford the drugs himself. I feel for his wife, I really do. Certain parts of me even harbor sympathy for the guy as well. But playing God is not the answer.
Now here's the kicker...
Some fuckin' bitch that had been sitting at the table blurts out, " Well if his wife had cancer, then I don't blame him.".
What!? What the FUCK was that noise you just regurgitated!?
I wanted to. I reeeally wanted to. This girl continued to speak, I would assume to defend the previous fart that just came out of her mouth, but I couldn't hear her. I couldn't hear anything. I watched myself, in one deft motion, jump across that table and snatch that woman's life with my bare hands.
One simple question. Does the means justify the exremes? I want to reiterate the sorrow I felt for this man and his wife. I know what a shitty hand life can deal people at times. But does that compensate for his actions? Did he make a fair decision?
This might not even be a good thread. I never really know what to post here. I see so many complaints about shitty threads, I'm usually too scared to post anything for fear of looking like a jackass. If nothing else, a few snide remarks about that daffy bitch at our table would be greatly appreaciated.
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