Pass The Brass

Things are kinda sorta starting to wind to a slow hand off here. Inventories are being condcted, mail is being stopped…the bad guys are still doin bad things(little bastards). But despite all these foreshadowing’s we must remain vigilant in our struggle to overcome The Darkside. When it’s dealings with these vermin, there is no lowering of any defenses…one must adapt and overcome the pathetic evil that we face here. Yes, there are time’s where it all seems so pointless and those times may seem like…well, all the time really.

But we must not lose heart for soon we shall see the true light of day as it pours over the endless skies of America…bathing our faces, our souls with a renewing joy…a refreshing thought that there is yet hope for a better life, a free life. A life where we need no longer fear death’s rearing head on every street corner, every rooftop…every unknown face. We return to a land where the stench of burning trash is replaced with the scent of Pine…Glades…grass…and KFC. No longer will the women turn their faces from us or run and hide in their homes. No. Instead we shall have the pleasure of seeing their beautiful faces…and mabe a llittle bit more than we wanted to see, but it’s all good. Instead of fearful flight, we shall receive warm embraces and maybe a kiss or two.

Once again we will be reunited with our brothers, our sisters…our mothers and fathers. Again we shall receive the blessings of their presence. We shall shed tears of joy at the joyous reunion of our hearts and minds with those whom we love and adore. No longer will we be strangers…but instead, family.

Our armored vehicles will be replaced with the more fancy shmancy things that we drive…those plastic pieces of flash that we call our “rides”. Once again we shall “bump it” whilst driving down our respective “Main Avenues”. But…we sacrifice a small bit of freedom in that we no longer “own the road”. There is no more “bubble” to maintain around your conv-er I mean your vehicle. No longer must we swerve to the other side of the road because there is a tire sitting by itself on the opposite side….or that cardboard box there. We return to a land where there exists a system known as “Traffic Laws”. Again we must abide by them and know this…that there are no warning shots to keep people away from your vehicle. If you do that you go to jail.

BUT….this is an American jail where you need not fear death at the hands of certain corrupt or simply embittered policemen. Here all you must fear is the sanctity of your temple. Don’t drop no soap. You no longer fear the harsh the reality of losing all freedoms by having to sit in a cage…and just a cage, but here you get cable TV, and nice fluffy pillow, and a very nice roomie named “Ron”…but likes to be called “Rolinda”(be nice to him). And here…you just might make parole as you get off on “good behaviour”. Good for you.

Overall the fear is abated. That survival mode that you may or may not have adopted is no longer needed. So go ahead and fold that thing up and put it in your pocket. We may need it sooner or later. Quite possibly sooner.

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