I am a bean bag round, a long term resident of the warehouse, living close by my best friend, Tear gas. People often underestimate my destructive power, but I am actually not too different from other bullets— very dangerous indeed and generally used in warfare and revolts. Ever since tear gas started going out, he had never stopped talking about his thrilling experiences: There were a lot of “rioters” out there hurting our owners with bricks, affecting our city’s commute and economy with their non-cooperation movements… so we have to help our owners stop this violence. I was very proud of tear gas defending our owners and longed for the day when I can see it for myself. Finally, this day has come!
Read MoreHe was once soaked in blue dye from the water cannon. I was miserable. That’s my son! I don’t want him to get hurt. Yet I know that I can’t stop him from heading out just because he is my son. What about someone else’s son?
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