Saturday, April 23, 2005
Picture a bad day...
I am out and about and when I return to headquarters (...) I learn that the neighbors have been rowdy... noisy, really... so I speak to them. In their eyes, I am wrong in wanting to enforce civilized tranquil living rules in the building where my dad lives - and they even concluded that I WILL GET KILLED ONE OF THESE DAYS for "making trouble" like THAT...?!?
If anyone of you had an ill parent under your care, wouldn't you demand peace and quiet for him...?
Is THAT "making trouble"...? OR IS THAT DOING WHAT'S RIGHT... WHAT IS IN FACT MY DUTY...?
I laugh at thinly-veiled death threats though... in fact, I invited the fiends to try ASAP... since they do know where to find me! I always dreamed of going down in a blaze of glory...