Shots are fired...instantly echo in my memory...shots fired in the past...shots fired in the future
rage bent time shreds...like empty shell casings left behind in black alley skum water.
I am hauling my fat ass up this wet back street alley.
My heart is pounding and aching in my chest...but I am going to kill that little fucker.
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