…I left for real, got my Varsity, and rode it home, slow and angry, shaking my head slow, repeating this fine little mantra: “I’m gonna make you barf. I’m gonna to make you barf. I’m gonna make you barf.” That’s a little different than om shanti shanti shanti, which is about peace, not terror. Oh hell no. “I’m gonna make you barf.” That’s not Jerri’s mantra.
No peace, no justice. I’m gonna make you barf.
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