Scene: A quiet suburban breakfast table, circa the late 1980s
May 17th, 2004
“Honey, our boy is a maladjusted menace. They’re always sending him
home for something—beating up other children, stealing their money, poking
them in the eyes and forcing their heads into toilets!”
“Yes, I know, dear. I think the only thing for him is to send
him off to the military academy. I’m sure the Army will know what
to do with young Johnny.”