Bop It Smash Quotes

The young man plugs his earphones back in and perches on the edge of a bench, bopping along to his music. his hairstyle and face remind Ki-yong of Bart Simpson, and his loose red T-shirt is emblazoned with Che Guevara's face. He is probably listening to Rage Against the Machine, or some similar band. The most capitalist country in the world produced these far-left lyrics, and on the CD—filled with the imagery of a Vietnamese monk sitting cross-legged while engulfed in fire, young Seoulites throwing Molotov cocktails—the singers swear, scream, and yell that we have to smash the system. It's fitting music for the kid in the Che Guevara shirt. If Stalin and Lenin were alive to hear this music, what would they think? Would they feel the urge to send the band to the Siberian archipelago?

So I’m not sure what I can actually add to the whole – I’m just not completely down with emoting, you know? Like this. Feels a bit – dickish. Sorry. Fuck it. So basically I was in my dad’s kitchen making a sandwich and then all of a sudden this guy, still in his airline chair, just crashed into the garden. Wee – Bop. Like a cartoon – a really fucking dark Tim Burton cartoon or something. And I – for the first couple of seconds he was alive, and then he wasn’t. And I’m a twat, and I’ll feel guilty for this for the whole of my life, but the first thing I thought was just – that song – ‘It’s Raining Men!’ Sorry. […] And I was just staring at the chair guy, like this – (Eyes wide open.) He looked up at me, and he caught my eye for a moment, and then he just died. The light just went out – quietly, and softly – And the thing is, he looked so kind. Pause. And we had to move out of the house for a week, and when we came back chair guy was gone, and they’d tidied everything up as best they could, jet-washed everything, you know – fucked up the whole garden, actually – but there was still this gash in the grass, and on the wall behind there was this black stain – which was like corpse juice or something. Charming. And for six months me and my dad ignored the black stain on the wall with this sort of studied indifference – I love him for that – we made no mention of it at all – stiff upper lip, all that shit – but neither of us went out into the garden either. And then one day I came back home, and the wall had been painted white, and there was this trellis and like roses or something planted against the wall, and the gash had this chiminea over it. And I missed the black stain on the wall, actually. Weirdly. And when I went to the inquest to give my little spiel – it’ll go on for like four years or something, so it’s awesome that I’ve done mine already – and Chairy – The Man Who Fell to Earth – his name was actually Sunny Mir – Sunny Mir – which is such an awesome name – and he was forty-seven, and he was a doctor from High Barnet. I didn’t say anything, in the inquest, about him still being alive. His family were there and I didn’t want them to – so I totally bossed the inquest – smashed it – I kept that between me and Sunny. Our little secret.