Monday, January 25, 2010

terrorism

"Fucking terrorists", he said.

"Yeah, who's got a rag on their head", another one asked.

The group laughed.

I didn't.

I was busy, choking on what seemed like cayanne pepper

Others were coughing. Some sneezing. My friend Keri, in tears.

I stood there, quiet, listening to others shout about the terrorists.

"They're not fucking terrorists", I wanted to say.

But I kept my mouth shut.

The only muslim guy there that night, stayed put.

He's a good guy.

The guy with the pepper spray? I think he was a saints fan.