I come into work Monday morning, stop at the break room, grab a cup of coffee. As I am walking to my cubicle I stop at my friend Jack's cube and give him a hard time about beating me in that card game we played last night. Unfortunately, I bet more cash than I had on me, so I had to come up with some collateral. Instead of going to an ATM that morning to pay my dues, I decide to bring my Glock 9mil in to work to settle my debt with Jack. I pull the piece out and slam it down on Jacks workstation. We spend the next ten minutes joking around holding the gun and pointing it at people. "Here ya go Jackie, its all yours, are we even now?"
The tragedy about this story is that these idiots don't realize that their ( I say their because there have been many more before Gilbert) actions are wrong. I mean how much more obvious can it be. You live in a city that not too long ago had the honor of having the highest murder rate in the U.S. Couple that with a strict stance on gun crimes rivaled only by NYC and you have to wonder who is guiding people like Gilbert. Honestly, I think a sixth grader with Downs Syndrome could've told him this was a bad idea. My solution: All NBA/NFL players must take D.A.R.E. classes in their rookie season and be banned from playing Grand Theft Auto until their retirement.
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