Red Team Go
Ok, the shit people latch onto in this city is hilarious sometimes.
Yesterday, not unlike many other nights, we all band together here at the office and go do some fun activity. This might be having beers, seeing a movie, or even visiting a local strip joint. Hey I’m young and frankly doesn’t matter what your age is, we all like to see some breasts and get freaky from time to time. Don’t judge me for it, I’m just saying nothing wrong with it until you find your friends broke into your house and they’re all in a circle with frowns on their faces and saying “Todd, we need to talk about addictions”. That hasn’t happened yet, so back off and let me get some skins in my face for a few bucks. Geez.
Anyway, last night like a bunch of geeks on pilgrimage we hoofed it to the IMAX to see the new Star Trek movie. Again, don’t go judging me. It was a good movie and you don’t have to be some acne riddled pocket protecting jockey to qualify for tickets. If you like a lot of action and a plot line you could explain in three sentences to hot girl in a bar who can’t deduce the reason gravity exists then its an immediate cult classic. But if you’re trying to explain how teleporting physics works at warp speeds to a bunch of geeks that believe not only is it possible, but their friend who they can’t seem to get a hold of right at that moment has done it with their mice while feeding the alien reptile they have in their back yard then you might reconsider and head to a local Blockbuster for a comfy night on the couch.</endrant>
When we got to the bottom floor and made it a block away from the office, I couldn’t help but notice (and this isn’t the first time) that several police cars were parked and the cops that drove them were all shooting the shit with each other. A faint low and repetitive drum wasn’t too far off. Upon rounding the corner we were greeted by an exponentially louder and competing crowd who’s only separation was the 45 mph cars breezing between them hoping they weren’t going to get a flag pole shoved through the front windshield. On one side were people of any color you could think of holding up the flags of Palestine, while on the other the flags of Israel. I forget which side was chanting “How many babies did you kill today” but in either case I had to pass by one of them with little skirmishing. Of course we got by safely but I’d really like to know what these groups think they’re accomplishing by complaining about things happening in the middle east the way they did. I’m sure their corresponding pen pals over there were pleased to hear they spent the whole night making a lot of noise around a bunch of cops in riot gear and creating a scene for multiple car accidents to occur. Good work guys.
No babies were harmed in the writing of this post. However, I might of hurt A. J. Abram’s feelings.