Our poor little town of my childhood is becoming more Middle
Eastern or Islamic.
The Yemeni got raided after 9/11. The FBI closed their
grocery store called Stop 1.
The laundry mat next door was closed because of ethnic
cleansing bomb plans.
Terrorism is making my homework assignment extremely very
tough.
I have to make a tour book to draw tourists to The South
Bronx.
The teacher who gave out this assignment nearly fainted at
NYU as her international students living in better houses and gardens gasped in
horror. One Swiss student got up and moved to another galaxy far, far away from
Danny The Phantom Menace.
I had a marketing problem.
You know, I barely got into the halls of HIGHER EDUCATION. I
guess the university needed a little quota color to spice up their ivory towers
of Pi in sky.
After spending hours developing A.I at the computer lab on
my free time, I closed my eyes in my dorm room and used The Creative Force to
brainstorm on my drawing table.
Ideas levitated around me after I pressed a button to hear a
favorite childhood theme song from a TV show. I choose to accept the mission
impossible to make the world faint.
I assembled my IMF team and lit the fuse at the risk of
being disavowed by the USA.
After this, I’m going to need a vacation.
I’m thinking Disneyland.
To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks: Real
Life Comic Book Cyber Journal Of The Better Angels Of Our Nature By Danny
Aponte of P.S 161
Chapter One: It was a dark and stormy knight of Jedi
journalism
“I’m starting a new group called The Avengers. You want to
join, Danny?” said Tony Stark as a beautiful mutant was massaging my back
wounds in The Virgin Islands.
Piss off.
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