Sitting on the wall of the
Cocoa High School library, eating horrible
cafeteria pizza. We heard the launch, looked up and saw one line of
smoke turn into two. And then
debris raining down like
fireworks in daytime.
Of course shortly thereafter our school
psycho took great pleasure in informing us all he had done it. "It was me, I did it!" With his
psycho eyes
bulging out of his head.
He got
married and settled down for a while. There was talk he was
cured of his madness, but after a while he went
crazy again and now his wife has a
restraining order out on him or something.
The rest of the day was pretty
fun because all of the
teachers treated us like we were
shocked and
saddened when in fact we were so completely
jaded about the shuttle we didn't give a
shit anyway. As the
Butthole Surfers once said, strangers die
everyday.
It was extremely
cold.