Goin’ Gonzo in Kabul
Kabul, Afghanistan - 13 / 2 / 02
Maybe the
hashish has begun to affect my brain, or maybe I have struck a chord with an
unspeakable truth. I realize now that I have been cavorting with dangerous
men, all these months. Sure they come across harmless, but I know they have
malicious intent behind those dark, coal eyes. I have been reduced to wearing
full body armor and helmet when I sleep because of those conniving bastards.
Sure we took the women as our own, but don't they understand that's what all
God fearing Americans do? They try to lull me to sleep with their jungle music,
goddamn heathens.
Oh yeah, kiss me on the cheek numerous times and I'll be your bitch, I think
not. I've seen you in the Rambo movies. I've seen what you do to the goat.
I won't be your pawn against the Russians. Any group of people that would make
a pact with the French can't be trusted. And still they play their music. Afraid
to challenge the barbaric hordes, they stay here, squatters on our adopted land.
I won't sleep easy tonight. I'll take my chances in the slough along the wall. I can't see even an Afghan wanting to be in shit up to his nose.
- Mike Brandenburg