The silver chair

"So which one of you's Art? Come out - I'm gonna fist your face to splinters, bitch!" 

[Quick tips in slow motion.]

Episode:

The silver chair.

On violence. And Shit. Well, it went something like this; we were sitting in the kitchen. It's not just a kitchen; we have our TV (short for television, the man-made machine for watching porn in land before the internet) there and no one even knows which movies were produced since the last century. It's like a hybrid, the kitchen-living room. No movie expert here, na-a. Just simple, basic white folks. And thank Jeesuh for that!

Bitch.

So, anyways... Me and my pal Shmon - the smoke whisperer - we're hanging out. Barely.

We are watching a TV and all of a sudden it went HD on me, fuck! Well, the story of this movie we're watching goes very queer; it's like - there are this folks, basic and simple white trash, and they are, like, in some kind of a squad, doing some army tactics and whatnot, in some forest, when it (the movie) gets my attention - finally. I turn away from the window and leave behind the space shuttles signaling in the night; I turn my back on them, respectively.

But Shmon, he caught it all. He was into it from the start. So I ask him: "What's going on, Shmon? Who are this beautiful white people?"

No reply. He's too into it. Fuck.

So I watch the film from whenever and clueless.

All of a sudden they are dying, because some invisible bad guys are shooting them down like some goddamn pigeons! I'm petrified, watching the beautiful people falling face-down without complaints.

And in order to escape, the survived ones must climb some huge motherfucker of a mountain. And while they are doing it - the climbing - the shitface (it's a single enemy, apparently) is viewing them through his gun sight and waits for their hope of survival to appear or to rise up. Whatever. The beautiful white-trashed lady with a rack went first. And this bastard waits for it, waits for it, waits- and then all of a sudden bursts the whole goddamn load of lead right into her - penetratingly - at the edge of that fucking rock!

And the worst part is, that Shmon doesn't feel sorry for the falling bitch as I look at his impressionless face. He is a fucking chauvinist swine, I tell you!

So the girl goes right into the bazongas heaven, poor, poor girl... I'm praying for next generation Steve (Frederic) Seagal to take over the situation, when I realize, that only few men are left fucking around with each other and their guns. "Why bother?" me and Shmon ask ourselves simultaneously.