The New Failure
I was sitting, watching. The "Charlie" person and his friend came out again. I was ready. Waiting for them to separate. The "Charlie" person went back inside. I was ready. I aimed. I fired. He was on the ground. No blood. What?!? He had tripped, and I had missed. I got out of there. I was gone. I watched from somewhere else. The "Charlie" person had come back and was talking on a cell phone. Then those feds came again. I'm loosing it. This is bad.