[ WP ] Your main character is so traumatized that they can not make it one paragraph without a flashback .

`` The year was 69, and i was in the heart of'Nam. Me and my company just settled down for the night by this river. I was thinking of my sweetheart back home, slowly nodding off when... when little John just... just started screamin man.'' 
 
 `` Sir... thats wonderful, but your kind of holding up the line.'' 
 
 `` What''? 
 
 `` Your holding up the line.'' 
 
 `` Wh- where am i?'' 
 
 `` Sir, your at wiseway. You where about to by some prune juice when you started rambling on about veitnam and this John guy.'' 
 
 `` Wiseway you say?'' 
 
 `` Yeah the name of the store is wi-'' 
 
 `` When little John started screamin, i did not take the wiseway. I took the wrong way.'' 
 
 `` Aw hell naw'' 
 
 A big lady behind the man was growing impatient. 
 
 `` Can you pleease just buy your juice and get on your merry way'' 
 
 The man handed the register guy the prune juice. Then he looked at him straight in the eyes and started rambling on again. 
 
 `` Little john, he just... he just woulnt stop yellin and kickin. I remember my best friend Pete yelling SHUT HIM THE FUCK UP BEFORE WE GET CAUGHT. So i... quietly crawled torwards him. I slaped him but he would not stop with the damn screaming.'' 
 
 `` Cool, now give me your money so you can take this prune juice and leave.'' 
 
 The register guy was getting extra pissed. 
 
 `` Pleeese sir. I wan na get home for lord sakes.'' 
 
 The big lady pleaded. 
 
 `` Comon old man, im getting tired.'' 
 
 A young man in line said. 
 
 `` I have children in my van waiting for me. Please give the cashier money and go.'' 
 
 Yelled a soccer mom who was also in line. 
 
 `` Why do you wany my money, huh?'' 
 
 `` So you can take your stupid juice and le-'' 
 
 `` Where am i?' 
 
 `` **WISEWAY**'' 
 
 `` Whats a wiseway?'' 
 
 `` Thats it im getting security...'' 
 
 The cashier began to call security when the old man grabbed his shirt. 
 
 `` *John was being to loud. We had to do something. Water was poured on him. He was shaken around. We opened his eyelids and screamed in his ears. But he did nor budge. We heard voices comming from outside the camp. We knew what had to be done. We couldnt find a combat knife, so i had to use a butterknife. I stabbed him in the chest. But the goddamn knife woulnt penetrate until the 20th stab. The screaming oh god, i remember the screaming as i slowly stabbed the knife in his heart. I dunno what happened but blood just squirted out, like this: *'' 
 
 The old man took the cap off the prune juice and imitated blood squirting out of his chest. Needless to say it got all over the cashier. 
 
 `` Anyways, little John got up and started quietly running around the camp. He ran out. The next day we found him mauled to death in fetal position inside this cave.'' 
 
 The people who where waiting for the man to check out ended up going to different lines. 
 
 `` Sir. **YOUR GOING TO NEED TO PAY FOR THAT**.'' 
 
 Said the soaked, and frustrated cashier. 
 
 `` For what?'' 
 
 `` **THE PRUNE JUICE**.'' 
 
 `` Oh, well i dont have any money.'' 
 
 `` **JUST... LEAVE. ** `` 
 
 Said the cashier as he pointed to the automatic doors. The old man gave the the cashier a confused nod and walked torwards the doors when all of the sudden, a wiseway employee tapped the man on the shoulder. 
 
 `` Did you find everything to be okay sir?'' 
 
 `` Dear god.'' 
 
 The cashier muttered.
