Why do people do these things?
November 6th 2006 23:38
I'm sitting in my office waiting for my loaves of cinnoman-laden pumpkin bread to get done out here in suburbia.
Police officers scream down the street.
I poke my nose outside to see a neighbour tell me that a girl down the street was trying to shoot her boyfriend and then herself.
I can understand violence, but to me, this day is about making pumpkin bread, not about killing. Maybe if we all took a little time out to smell the cinnamon, it wouldn't be such a bad thing.
Police officers scream down the street.
I poke my nose outside to see a neighbour tell me that a girl down the street was trying to shoot her boyfriend and then herself.
I can understand violence, but to me, this day is about making pumpkin bread, not about killing. Maybe if we all took a little time out to smell the cinnamon, it wouldn't be such a bad thing.
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