A guy walks into a bar...stop me if you've heard this one...guy walks into a bar, sits down. Next to him is a guy from Indiana. At first he thinks, this guy must be 20, 25. Nope. The guy is closer to 50 it turns out, has grandchildren and everything and then he sees the wrinkles under the guys eyes.
Anyways, Indiana says, I've worked in printing for 25 years and now I'm doing that down there. Everyday, across that border, good money. And nicest people man, let me tell you, nicest people. All except that one thing, he says. What? I ask. The other day, watched the Mexican police light a guy on fire on my way in. Watched him crawl across the ground, writhing. That wasn't so nice.
A guy walks into a bar. Sits down next to a Vietnam sniper, sees that the guys hands are still steady. I kept killing and killing and killing, the sniper says, coughs. But then I got out.
Why'd you get out? the guy asks. Because one day I got scared, sniper says.
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