A Star-Spangled Heist

   
   "A Star-Spangled Heist"
   
   When you foolishly, or by extreme circumstance, get invovled and fall in with rednecks--you never know.   These folks I hung with during adolescence weren't complete hoods, mostly; regardless, there was this one Nordic kid.  Glimmering blue eyes with a prankster personality.
   Look, I was just the driver--if this happened.  And possibly, or possibly not.  Anyway, an XR 200 was involved.  A small level of cc's you think; on the contrary, that thing ran like a scalded dog.  Had plenty of low-end torque, a force that manipulates and causes rotation; plus, with dirt tires, you could lose any cop going off road or through someone's suburban backyard.
   So, this Nordic kid comes to me--we're about 16.  He says there's an American flag up the street, about a mile away upon the asphalt ballet that ran through the suburban-like vibe of it all with a country golf course and that kinda cosmopolitan shit.  Says he wants me to drive the motorcycle; next, he'll hop off and grab the flag, jump on back, and we'll speed away with rolling thunder, Old Glory blowing in the midnight air, underneath the effulgent Moon circling around Terra's toughness.  
   And we hung out with Vietnam dudes--our friends had Green Beret fathers.  So, Nordic kid scolded my first look of conscience and that of lacking adventure.  Told me:  "Boy, I'm gonna make a Veteran proud with what I do with that flag."
   It went down as planned.  I had the bike all the way open, throttling with an escape artist's determination, dodging danger with dexterity by way of the Honda-crafted dirt bike's wiry muscle.
   Nordic kid hung the flag on his wall.  Decades later he has further encased it within divine ornamentation, and it is in his living room, hanging on the wall, proudly on display for all the local ladies to glimpse before a patriotic shot at his privates.  Sex is big and sleazy in America.    
   Hell, it's America.  It's not about being depressed and being a robot.  Brave men honor the katana they took off the adversary during battle in WW 2.  Yup, it's different, yet all things are relative.  
   And as Christ axiomatically stated about your incoming karma:  "Blessed are the merciful, for they too shall obtain mercy."  Are you picking up what I'm putting down?  Get me?