…I Heard That You Can Scream And Yell It's The Perfect Atmosphere.
A.N. I hope that this will tie you over until I can get started on All Silent On The Western Front. Also sorry for being gone so long, I got caught up on other projects.
[ I wait in a hallway at an apartment complex for Thomas. I hear gunshots.]
Sorry for taking so long, come with me.
[He motions me to go into his apartment. I oblige.]
Kids, fuck man, we were all just kids when this shit went down. What were we supposed to do? Fucking scream, kick, and whine? No. This time around we had to mature, and fast.
[He pauses.]
Sorry, I was getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.
I was, uh, seventeen at the time. I was fucked up, doing drugs, dropped out of school, worked at a fast food joint when I wanted to. I never watched T.V. except for when I was stoned out of my mind, so I was surprised when I heard about this "African Rabies". And I didn't have money for that fucking placebo.
[Another pause.]
On a side note, I would fucking kill that fucker if I had a chance, a lot of good people died because of that stupid asshole.
Back to what I was saying, it was a surprise when I found out about that shit, but by that time it was already knocking on my fucking door. So you want to know what I did? I fucking blazed it, and let my mind drift into a fucking abyss.
[He stands up, very aggravated.]
FUCK! I need a fucking smoke!
Does that conclude our interview?
Your Fucking right it concludes out interview mother fucker!
[ I get pushed out of Thomas' appartment. I start to walk down to my car when a man tells me that Thomas has had a history of mental and anger problems. He concludes by telling me that misery loves company.]