And I Thought the Sandwiches Were Killer
Published Monday, June 05, 2006 by have Metrocard, will travel | E-mail this post

Today’s soundtrack: everything is adding
up, up, up
Today at 12:02pm: eating cheap
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Me and a guy buddy of mine who lives around the way were walking to Italian Food Center on Grand to get sandwiches. Said guy buddy is fond of making random proclamations.
“I bet I could kill people,” he said.
“What?” I said.
“You know how like, when you go to war,” he said, “you have to disconnect something in your psyche so that you can kill other human beings? Like you have to turn your humanity off?”
“Uh, right,” I said.
“I’m pretty sure I could do that no problem,” he said. “I think for most people it’s a stretch, but I bet I could shut if off like
that.” He snapped his fingers in a downward motion.
“Like that?” I said, snapping my fingers in an upward motion.
“Like that,” he said, snapping again, downward.
“Good for you,” I said, and we went in to buy our sandwiches.

Yeah, good for him. Slap him next time he says that.