| I Digress |
| I digress. Sure I wanted them dead. But not like this. They laughed at me. They said I was a fool. They mocked me in front of others. Isn’t that a capital offense? Well I was ready to do them. Both barrels loaded. I went to their house and crept in. They were playing counter strike. They never heard me. By the time they saw me it should have been too late. But then something came over me. Their pitiful existence. Captive to their toys. Never having known love. Not understanding the ways of the world. I lowered my grandpas 10 gauge Damascus Twist. One of them had peed his pants. I started laughing. You know the one? Where nothing you do can stop it? It goes till your belly hurts. I told them I forgave them. I knew how their words came from fear. Fear of being found out. That, which they accused me of, they themselves were. They were to be pitied. Not killed. That’s when it happened. Both of their heads exploded. A 360 degree splatter. From somewhere deep in their brain. Accelerating outward from within. I stood there soaked in blood. At first I didn’t understand. I thought that maybe the gun had gone off accidentally. I looked down at the barrels. No smoke, no smell of gunpowder. Then I instinctively knew the truth. I had killed them with kindness. I knew what I had to do next. I had to somehow get to Washington D. C. I had to find a way. I have to see the President. I’m leaving tomorrow. But I digress. |
