Association-Presidents

A Story by Abishai100

What forms for heroism-angst can a post-war vet feel for a Western 'sportsmanship' superstition of fortune/diamonds print?

A bright summer-adaptation of the themes/weight of the unusual American sub-culture 'dialysis' leviathan film Dead Presidents (Hughes Bros.). Thanks so much for reading,

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Army-fellow Amlan Satan had just returned to the American Homeland from the post-9/11 Afghan-engagement for forces of securities and now wondered how reintegration into Earth-world would offer him a modern social media culture language adverb for the transit-superstitions of mental sanity, having been returned early because of injury that rendered him worthy of early release, but he could still move his legs around enough to ride a bicycle and make antiterrorism comments in his Windy-City pubs with his old friends/neighbors (sure).

EZZY (Town-sweetheart): You look jaded, man.

AMLAN: I'm still your rose-man, no?
EZZY: I think reading your journal gave me the willies, Amlan.

AMLAN: Well, me thinks you think I'm a jaded-vet with some vigilante-tongue!

EZZY: Are you?

AMLAN: I'd still be your Robin Hood (Internet like).

EZZY: Good.

Amlan planned a daring raid of a moving armored truck in the Windy-City of Bulls/Bears markets transporting rumored/insured conflict-zone gems from African shores, mined by warlords, and moved into North America for piracy/corruption for labor-and-resource extraction fatso-baron thinking. He was through with normal/overground patriot-game and thought to get his darling old-town sweetheart (Ezzy) with this 'Robin Hood deed' for a coolly veiled eco-capitalism language-adverb for the animation-arts of frustration-fiction (sure).

EZZY: This is our new (shared) town-house (Chicago)?

AMLAN: What do you think, Maid Marian?

EZZY: Are you alright, man?

AMLAN: Sure...I just need a shrink (with you!).

EZZY: Black-and-white American tragedy evasions, for war-vets with pure angst.

AMLAN: It's something I had to do (real estate value).

DETECTIVE: He came up on Halloween while you were riding to the Fed?

DRIVER: Transporting (rumored-insured) Ion-co. blood-diamonds, detective!
DETECTIVE: He was on a bicycle and holding a water-gun in Scarecrow mask.

DRIVER: Said he was Interpol-relation or insider-rival agent-gamer for secrets.

DETECTIVE: You wondered if this was some eco-capitalism Ion-circle games.

DRIVER: What would I think...his gun was filled with acid and he took photos.

DETECTIVE: Of this 'deed'...truck-box burn and gem-swap with glass-animal toys?

DRIVER: I was (honestly) impressed; some Windy-City vigilante-exclamation.

DETECTIVE: Fine.

Amlan flew-away to Brussels (with Ezzy!) and opened a Belgian eatery/dive catering especially to a Halloween-season consumer-base for fare/hospitality readings and forgot all about eco-capitalism and 9/11 wars and Windy-City diamond-extractions/smugglers roadways paranoia for insurance-leviathan and decided marriage with Ezzy would even help him subdue the post-war vet-vanities and psychiatric angst of yearned-heroism for the human soul seeking some 'theater-fiction' for post-trauma 'ornament' Rationalism (hmmm).

EZZY: You had a water-gun filled with acid you used to burn the box and swap?

AMLAN: You read the whole story; street-IQ was Ion's rival made eco-gossip.

EZZY: Did you know Interpol-relations men cracked-down on Ion's chemicals?

AMLAN: Good to think, honey...it was worth the sweat for vet-vigilante fiction!

EZZY: Now, you're family-man exorcised, right?

AMLAN: With you...no more chemical warfare helmets (ok).

This tale of incomplete-distances in the dark-skies readings of post-war vet angst for Western domains social sanity and capitalism race super vision (e.g., eco-capitalism) cast Amlan Satan as a special 'antihero' of the languages and bills of currency-notes on which is found those 'association-presidents' of hellmouths for world-fortune readings. Had he failed, he'd become another stat in the long annals of 'troubles' for Earth sportsmanship failures for simplified prayers cleats (for the Ego).