So I was walking up the hill, back from breakfast at the Viking Commons, and I passed by this pair of Jehova’s Witnesses. I got all edgy, thinking they were gonna throw bibles at me or something. One of them said “Hey, man.” I screamed “I DONT NEED YOUR DAMN JESUS!” I threw a fir cone at him and ran away as fast as I could.
Actually I said “hey, how are you doing?” to which he responded “Doin’ good, man.” I doubt I would ever really yell something like that to anyone and then throw a fir cone at him or her, much less a pine cone. I just got bored in the middle of reading Othello, a Shakespearean play, and decided to write something here. I guess I’ll go back to reading now. Ho hum.
