My mother's birthday was last friday. I knew she had enjoyed Bloc Party's debut album, Silent Alarm, so I purchased a copy of their new release, Intimacy, to give to her. The next day, my mother's friends and family gathered in our backyard to celebrate her birthday. After the other guests had given my mother their presents, it was my turn. I handed her the copy of Intimacy and her eyes lit up. A smile spread across her face, and she instantly hugged and thanked me. My uncle ran into the house and brought out our boombox. My mother then inserted the disc, and pressed the play button. As Ares started to play, my mom's smile faded into an expression of surprise, horror, and rage. She suddenly began to smash her head onto the table in front of her, until she was no longer conscious. Blood ran from a gash in her forehead, and I entered an enraged trance. Throwing any objects within reach, I faded in and out of reality. I could still hear Ares, even through the sounds of my sobbing, screaming agony, and the occasional shrieks of the surrounding guests. After 3 minutes of utter destruction, Ares finally came to an end. As my fury gradually subsided, I glanced at the vast wreckage that lay before me. Suddenly I could taste the familiar flavor of bile, burning the back of my throat. One step towards the trashcan, I knew it was too late. I vomited all over my mother's cake, gifts, and unconscious body. I glared up towards the sky, raised my clenched fists high up into the air, and screamed, "GOD, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?". To this very day, I am still without an answer.
