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As far as stories about father and son crime duos who rob and shoot a woman coming out of the Salvation Army with the day's proceeds she was taking to donate to drug addiction related charities, this is the feel good, heart-warming story of the year. JUST LIKE A MOVIE, you might say, which they actually do say come to think of it, in this New York Times piece Father and Son, Bunking in G Block. Movies are crazy.
It might be the premise for some kind of Hollywood buddy movie, or the latest twist for a reality television series: A father and son who did the crime together, and are now doing the time together. Scott, 42, and Bernard Peters, 69, are inmates 96B1091 and 96B1092 at Elmira, a maximum-security prison in upstate New York. For all but a few months of their nearly 15 years there, they have been cellmates...
...Among their victims was Mary Halloran, 61, the manager of the Salvation Army thrift shop in town. The father and son were charged with shooting and robbing Mrs. Halloran in the parking lot of the store as she carried a bag filled with $726 to her car on Aug. 26, 1995. The money was the day’s proceeds from the sale of goods that had been donated to support the Salvation Army’s drug and alcohol rehabilitation programs in Syracuse. Mrs. Halloran was shot once in her right thigh.
Haha, that's just like this picture of a Wild Turkey walking down the street I saw posted on Twtiter just now by someone called @NoreasterGal
If I understand my own convoluted metaphor correctly, the wild turkey is man, the shadows represent the violence that lurks within our souls, our frequently delicious, bread and spices stuffed souls, the cars are the rules that govern society, caging us in, and like the turkey, we all walk alone down the street flapping our flightless wings. Or is the turkey a father and son with a fucking shotgun and the street is a nice old charity worker who gets shot up for a few hundo? Maybe the turkey a giant phallus, and the street is the birth canal? Probably all of those things.
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turkeys can fly (sort of).
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