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Saturday, February 10, 2007

Falun Dafa Interruptus



The other night I was sitting in my truck watching the broken vehicle exit gate at my Sucko Security guard job. I was just sitting there, randomly meditating on the
incredible thickness of being . . . of being a security guard . . . when I saw this beautiful Chinese woman walking towards me, looking AT me and walking towards ME . . .

Uh oh, Ranger Mike just walked in the room where I'm writing this, set down his backpack and
picked up his electric guitar.

TWANG SCREECH TWAAAAAANG
TWUUAAA AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAA AAAA AANNN NNGGGGGGG GGGGGGGGGGG TWANG TWAAAAAAAAA]AAAANG SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH TWWWWWAAAA.....

I can't think under this noise, much less write.


Ranger Mike soon tired of making screeching sounds on his
electrimacal geetahr, rolled up the cord, unplugged the shit, plopped down on his bed and cranked up his TV to a game show.

I hate the sound of TV game shows WORSE than the screeching of his
guitar, but what can I do? His TV is on his side of our homeless veterans shelter room. Barely.

Then I heard him snoring. He was, as usual, sleeping in the noise.
AHA! I have a chance to get back to my writing, I figured. I tiptoed over and lowered the volume of the offending, annoying TV game show. He was still snoring. I tiptoed back to my writing desk. I started writing.

From behind me I heard the volume of the TV game show going up
again, louder and louder and LOUDER. The silence had woken Ranger Mike. He looked confused at the remote control box he had gone to sleep with in his hand. He had forgotten that you can ( I could) turn the TV down manually, too and was trying to figure out how he had accidentally woken himself up with silence.

Some assholes can't sleep unless there's the cocophony of a TV game show blaring in the background of their dimwitted dreams.


So, all I got written of my Falun Dafa Chinese girl story was the subject line.
Sorry. Maybe later, when my roommate goes downstairs to eat in our chow hall and leaves the game shows on to annoy me.

Or, you know, my Falun Dafa story wasn't that important anyway.
Not as important as my roommate getting his beauty rest to the sound of some cloying TV game show.

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