Great story. Although that “Pretty, pretty, pretty little” song was lame. And that music store owner would’ve avoided all the trouble if he kept that violin in his private collection instead of exposing it to the likes of those dimwitted *&^%# who stole it from him. If I find myself in Empire City, I’ll have an easy time sending all those stupid *&^%# to hell. Including that fat slob they call Big Boss who reminds me of Fisk. The C.O.P.S. may not like it, but it’s better to have the crooks dead than to send them to prison. Only to release them and find that they’re back at it again.
But who cares for them? They’re just a bunch of TV cartoon characters from the bygone days of ’89. Me? I’m just a man at war against the criminal scum of the Earth. Yet, here I am playing the harp in my family’s memory and whenever I need a break from the war once in awhile.
Who knew that I can learn a lot about the harp and its history in one simple story while it took me 5 years serving in the ‘Nam to cram all that knowledge of war, survival, military training, and arsenal in my head? There’s got to be more to the harp than this. Guess I’ll stick around and cram more harp knowledge into my head and bide more time before my next mob hit.