Topic Number 9: One Hour
You've just learned that, for whatever reason, you have one hour to live - how do you spend it? What do you do, and who do you do it with? Sixty minutes, use them wisely.
One hour. Not a lot of time, and yet, when starin' down the barrel of the great ever after, it probably feels like bleeding eternity.
Lived a long life. Not a great deal in it that I'm exactly proud of, either. Consequence of going off to deepest, darkest Africa and findin' my soul. I look back on all the evil I've done, and all the lives I've ruined, snuffed out...makes it harder to get a good, restful 8 hours kip when I want.
But far from me to be the whiner Angel is. Wouldn't spend my last hour broodin' on the things I haven't done.
No. If I have one left, then I'll find a bar. A place I can suck down a good scotch, or a bad beer, then break the glass on the head of some fool who deserves it. I'd like to say I'd spend the last hour in the arms of someone I love, but that'd be a terrible mistake. It'd make me meet my maker sniveling, and whinin' for the rest of the time we never got to spend with one another.
When I go, I go with my head up, and a sneer on me lips, thank you.
I'll go happy if I get to punch Angel thirty seconds before the hour's up. That'll do me fine.
One hour. Not a lot of time, and yet, when starin' down the barrel of the great ever after, it probably feels like bleeding eternity.
Lived a long life. Not a great deal in it that I'm exactly proud of, either. Consequence of going off to deepest, darkest Africa and findin' my soul. I look back on all the evil I've done, and all the lives I've ruined, snuffed out...makes it harder to get a good, restful 8 hours kip when I want.
But far from me to be the whiner Angel is. Wouldn't spend my last hour broodin' on the things I haven't done.
No. If I have one left, then I'll find a bar. A place I can suck down a good scotch, or a bad beer, then break the glass on the head of some fool who deserves it. I'd like to say I'd spend the last hour in the arms of someone I love, but that'd be a terrible mistake. It'd make me meet my maker sniveling, and whinin' for the rest of the time we never got to spend with one another.
When I go, I go with my head up, and a sneer on me lips, thank you.
I'll go happy if I get to punch Angel thirty seconds before the hour's up. That'll do me fine.