Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Ye Olde Flashback

I was sitting here in my very posh barracks room when for no reason I can seem to identify, I recalled a time when I was really really young, and some bastard of a bee stung me on the arm. In my youth, I was very unhappy about being accosted by such an evil beeing, and my grandmother gave me an icepack and told me, "Its ok. You're a tough little soldier."

Little things like that are always a slight head trip these days. In a movie, we would call that "foreshadowing" I believe.

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