Page 3 - Tank

Introduction

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Mar. 15 , 2020

Hello once again;
I’m glad you’ve decided to take a peek inside my mind. See, Tank is a product of an overactive
imagination. One I never seem to be able to control so I don’t. I let it roam free. More fun that way
don’t you think?

Anyways, let me get back to the story. One morning I was sitting at the Virginia Beach
courthouse. A place out in the middle of nowhere. I was sitting on a bucket waiting for some
friends to finish their business. I was there ride home.

As I sat under some shade, a woman and her young daughter came to the cross walk. The little
girl smiled at me. Of course, her mom jerked her away. Who wants their daughter smiling at a man
sitting on a bucket? As the Mom pulled her daughter into the crosswalk a monster SUV roared
past. Almost killed them.

Where’s a cop when you need one? I jumped up and ran to them to see if everything was
alright. Of course, the mom wasn’t too happy about that let me tell you. Nor were the two guys in
the SUV. They came up with all kinds of excuses as to why they were in the right. You know the
drill.

As the cops finally shooed everyone away, I returned to my bucket. Since my mind still had
time to do something in the ever present boredom of waiting for people who would never come
out, it created this story. Enjoy.

R. Ross Whalen

Editor and Publisher

The Pyrateheart Press