— — Pulling Triggers — —

When you grow up a f@cken screw up …

You stumble and mumble your way through life bumping into things. Like a bad drunk in the night.

Coming fresh out of the gate sideways. I always looking for someone to straighten me out. But the years slip away and that person never shows up.

And its my young dumb and impressionable self that led me down the dark road. With nothing to offer but loyalty and love.

In search for what I was lacking, is what put me in this spot. To take the path least taken but taken often by kids like me …

And we pulled up to the spot ….

And I pulled out my strap and walked up to the man. And spoke quietly in his ear with his fork by his mouth …

“If you say a word, I’ll slice the e@rs off the side of your face.”

And he looked at me and grinned …

And just like that .. I pulled the trigger. Sending this man to meet his maker. And it’s sad that the game sifts the innocence out of young boys, maturing us into monsters.

And It feels like …

The killing never ends. Once you start you never stop. Doesn’t matter what I do. It will never be enough …. There will always be another to silence in the night …

Until the day, when my karma gets me, and someone ends my play and sends me on my way …

And to be honest I look forward to that day.

Trigger Happy — Gary Hundle