January 27, 2003

You

I am sitting in the dark in a large place with hundreds of people, watching a Christmas pageant. As Frosty the Snowman makes his much anticipated appearance somebody starts to cough, then another, then someone right behind me.

My first thought is not of allergies or of them coughing up tears, but of gas. Nerve gas, mustard gas, tear gas brought upon by you.

January 27, 2003 03:21 PM