Morning head

It actually ain’t that great having a six inch stainless steel barrel pressed against your temple. I did that till the wee hours of the morning once – flick open the cylinder, eject the rounds, place one back in, give her a spin and pop her shut. I felt particularly brave that night, sitting on a bench inside a cemetery, so I pulled back the hammer with the weapon to my head and squeezed the trigger.

I guess it was my lucky night. I walked home and made me some brekkie consisting of scrambled eggs, French toast and a Bananaberry smoothie. The world works in mysterious ways, my friend. Take it easy out there.