American Gangster

i'm sick of gangster movies, can anyone relate? i mean really. guns, drugs, a community on the brink of collapse, if you care for that sort. if you don't oh well, it's your life. one day i expect to wake up and find my legs legs chained, hands bound, mouth gaged, all by who? you guessed it! drug lords, narcissus, evil smellers, herione pushers, crack dealers-you take your pick, forget it! i'm done! i'm roast! i'm the turkey dinner! maybe i'm just paranoid. i mean, i never did drugs, never drink. . . on second thought, let me rephrase that. i never got so twisted that i screwed my sister while she was passed out on mom's old brown wagon ale. ok i lie. i didn't screw my sister but i damn near screwed my aunt in a closet in the eighties. not literally. it was just dark. i felt a part of her body i shouldn't have when the lights went out. does that make me a dirty bastard. fine. i'm dirty. i'm filthy. i should be ashamed of myself. i'm not. but i should. bottom line is gangster movies suck big time. i'd rather watch a nice jewish boy kill a even nicer japanese kid in hong kong. who knows, i might get lucky and isreal will bomb shanghi. nuclear bombs everywhere. i can see now. euphoria. war is grand. ban all gangster flicks. more veitnam movies with charlie sheen, suicidal boot camp flicks, matt damon in peril, etc. . .