Issue 2 -- Kristianson
(All I have to do is show my brother's identification card and in I go) as Kristianson stands in line waiting to enter the club. (I don't understand why Americans are so, so ...) his thoughts trail off as he tries to remember what the English word is.
"I.D."
"..." (What did he just say?) as his thoughts are interrupted.
"I.D." states the doorman again as he looks at yet another underage kid that is trying to get in the club.
"I am sorry." He says in a slight German accent. (I D?) "Oh! Sorry. I Kristianson. Hi D. (You talk differently than other Americans. Is this how I am to talk at the clubs?)
"No you're I.D.!" he states impatiently as he holds out his hand.
"No I not D or I D. I Kristianson."
"Just show me your I.D., so I can tell you that you can't go in"
(Why can I not go in? Maybe I am supposed to say that I am D) "I D" (American's have very strange customs)
"OMG seriously!" states someone behind Kristianson. "You are holding up the line."
Kristianson turns to see the older white male behind him. "But I D" (I say I D but that is not right either.) After noticing the guy's confused look.
Kristianson feels someone roughly grab his shoulder and is forced to turn around (What?) he tries to break free but the grip is too strong "Let me go."
"Look you don't have an I.D. so just go." The doorman motions to another guy. "Hey Tony help this kid to the door for me."
"No prob, be right there" states Tony as he walks over.
"Let me go!" Kristianson yells at the first doorman as he tries to break his grip. (Why is he doing this?)
"Geez, look don't you get it?" states the guy behind Kristianson "He has no idea what you are talking about." Talking to Kristianson. "Do you have one of these?" holding his I.D. for Kristianson to see.