Tales of Melancholy (Rise My Minions)
And now this. The corruptive way of the gun. The gun came along suddenly out of the blue and the ticks and the abrasions would swelter away. The gun paved its way for a quick fix to the problems at hand. The panics and the fears that had leeched inside my skull devouring at my will to live. I was a goner. A sorry state of pathetic masculinity. The gun was placed into my grip when I was at the very edge. At the very end. When was it? When did it happen? It just did. I was a nobody moving along like all the other nobodies toward a Great Big Nothing. Then like all things to just happen unexpectedly the gun appeared and it was a natural feel to me. It began to change everything around. I went about like I normally do but with the gun it was different. A good different. I stood taller and felt more alive. More justified to step outside everyday with a purpose even though I didn't quite know what the purpose was. But then again maybe that was it. No more to work like a lifeless drone. I went on with the ways of my life with the gun safely tucked away under my shirt. In the glove compartment of my car. Sometimes in my pocket. I was extremely careful that it wouldn't go off. I knew all the ways of it. It's safety features and what not. And then one day I had a plan. I stood by my orders at work and I made a list of several things that I needed to buy that would be of most importance.
I was to buy bullets for the gun or somehow get bullets since I didn't have a gun license yet. And then I wrote down on the list to try and figure out a way to getting one. I also wrote down that I needed to get a new book to read since I just finished the last one and wasn't that good. If I could get a better book to read I believe I'll think more clearly since I'll be more relaxed and then be able to go onto the next phase which will be having other accessories with the gun. I couldn't wish this upon anyone. And so I say unto you this clever analogy. Deliberately retaliating. I shoot my first person in the throat. Held it straight up and drilling it hard into his chin bone. He must have moved away quickly. I ended up putting a slug right into his adam's apple. He was a traffic cop who was giving me attitude. My status had changed rather quickly.
I was on my home for lunch. I could never go back now. But that fuck deserved it. It was the second time I encountered him and both times he insulted my intelligence. The first time I had the impulse but alas no gun. This second time though I had no desire for revenge. In fact I was calm and collected which was a good way to deal with the police. He approached my car for a reason I could not understand. He tried my patience. I had the gun already in my left hand. He spoke a few words which I ignored. I only thought of the simple daily task I was on my way too. Doing the laundry. Paying the bills. Maybe do a little cleaning around the apartment. I did not plan for this detour and this fucking cop. He was mocking me and then I said "So you got nothing better to do than be an asshole?". He charged angrily as I expected him too and then I let him have it.
