Sunday, July 09, 2006

BULLETS OVER BROADWAY

Last night I was awakened by three loud noises. I lay in the darkness frightened by the sound of gun fire. But something in my brain told me that noise was too…plastic. I decided it had not been gun shots and fell into sleep.

In the morning, I padded down my stairs to pick up the Sunday Times and… there it was—Yellow splats of paint on the door like tiny bright sunbursts. Indisputable evidence of three…paint balls!

A brief flashback followed--a traumatic moment of childhood, being hit by an egg on Halloween, faded with the relief that my neighborhood choice of weapon on a Saturday night was paint guns!

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous7:04 PM

    HA HAH FUKING STUPID ASS U DESERVE THAT AND MORE IT WOULD BE BETTER IF THEY WERE GUN SHOTS!!!!

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