Friday, August 20, 2010

Me and My Buddies in Atlantic City

I spent about two weeks in Atlantic City, from August 9 to August 20, 2010.  A peculiar incident happened on August 19.  While I was at the beach, I saw a boy out in the ocean who found a homemade rifle.  I couldn't make out what it was at first.  But a lifeguard spotted the boy holding the rifle, and walked out to him in the shallow water.  The lifeguard confiscated the object and brought it back to his station.  When the lifeguard returned to the station, I could make out what it was.  It was clearly a rife and clearly homemade; it was put together with duct tape.  I guess the lifeguard handed the rifle over to the police.  Maybe the gun was used in a crime, with the criminal tossing it in the ocean, hoping it would never be found.  Maybe the criminal thought he had committed the perfect crime.  Perfect crimes have a way of exposing their imperfections over time.


Gary Freedman said...

I love anti-Semite ass. They say Josef Goebbels ass was sublime!

Gary Freedman said...

He spoke of life in military metaphor: as a war with battles, retreats and campaigns.

--Leonard Shengold, Soul Murder: The Effects of Childhood Abuse and Deprivation.

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