"As I see him standing there & proudly holding a gun he never in his life fired at human people, I am forced to imagine the parents. What horrible acid dream must it be to wake up & discover that your son wears suits for his free time, when you walked with a country and prayed with a generation for world piece? He seemed to understand why I wore the mask, even if it was just for a second.
I signed their stupid release forms, and swore if they would fuck me, I would round up the local fools, arm them to the teeth, and drive them to their studios, rounding up innocents for brutal savagery & holding up a letter of invitation for them to see who was responsible for this. Swore to them I would bring enough acid for everybody.
They laughed, nervously& beady eyed, as I took a capsule. What's this, they asked as I licked my lips. We don't want you to do drugs and booze. I shivered in sadness. Should I tell the poor fool that was just filming himself with a gun like a badge of honor the truth? That he had never earned it himself? That I was physically sick being close to him, because his corporate influence and his 300 dollar haircut told me even his enema were namebrand?
Decided to lie. Told them I had dug Richard Nixons childhood nemesis, who died of the measles, and cremated them iun a hidden room of the owl farm. That I wanted to get the strength of my enemies, so I stole, like some south african warlord, the strength of my enemies enemies. Wanted to add that I also mixed it with cocaine, but saw by their nervous chuckle that they would have believed me."
