Today, mid-afternoon while I'm working I get a text message from a date canceling for tonight. This in and of itself is not a big deal. The lack of a reaction on my part made my mind tangent its way all the way into thoughts of a woman that does still call me pain.
Walking home I wore a black hoodie and sunglasses, I wanted to wear the hood up and simply dissappear...but the heat was too much and I had to walk home exposed. I listened to upbeat rock generally, trying to push me forward channel the down into a "lots of work to do power through...blah blah blah". It wasn't working.
I take a sidestreet, find a run down park, in a part of town where there aren't too many kids walking by. I pull out a shotgun that I do not own, and did not have in my bag. Its double barelled, and glints in the sun. I load it, do that oh so phallic thing that arms it, and I kneel.
I pull the trigger once, and I dissappear completely. Pink myst sprays an ivy covered wall, and my body topples.
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