Signs of a Killer?

In today's society, people seem to be a lot more crazier then when I remember growing up. Back then, I never heard of a 7 year old bringing a gun to school and killing other kids b/c he was bullied by some punk ass kid who wasn't hugged enough by his own parents. When shit like that happened back in my day, you fought. If you got your ass kicked, you move on and live your life like it never happened. End.Of.Story.

I mean, kids, teenagers and adults seem to take shit to a whole new level now. People actually blame video games for them wanting to kill 20 innocent people in a building. A fucking video game? Are you fucking serious? I guess that's why I never heard of shit like this back in the day...we were playing games like Tecmo Bowl, Double Dragon, Super Mario Bros. and Spy Hunter. Now folks be getting possessed with these characters from games talking to them through the goddamn television.

Another good excuse is music. Stuff like, "Eminem and Pantera made me want to have sex with my step sister then kill her parents..." That's some sick shit you hear these days. It's odd but sad to hear b/c I think not enough mother fuckers go see a therapist for shit they have going on in their life.

Which brings me to why I'm talking about this...

I'm on BART and this guy walks in. Shaved head, glasses, trench coat, Charles Manson t-shirt, Army boots, laptop bag, headphones on while reading what looks like a comic book on "How to kill people on a crowded fucking subway." True story. This dude definitely looks like he was made fun of from a lot of people, sat in a dark ass room while playing that Magic card game for a few years.

Now I stand here, blogging away about how I might die b/c some mother fuckers got this dude all mad. He looks like he's about to reach in his laptop bag, pull out a semi-automatic weapon and cap every one of us who looks at him the wrong way. I ain't staring at this crazy mother fucker though. I got his ass in my peripheral vision (I learned that shit in Shaolin Monk training).

I'm thinking about walking up to him and hugging him. Maybe even asking him if I can buy him a Slurpee. That's what I do when I'm scared...I offer hugs and treat people to items at 7-11.

I hope I get off my stop before he does. He has that look like he's plotting something. I aint trying to be apart of the 5 'o clock news. Crazy bastard.