As The Story Goes
Each Setting Sun Doesn’t Promise A Rise. The 4:30 am Gun Shot To My Head By The Local Neighborhood Law Enforcement Official
While lying on the ground in bewilderment and pain, the man lay there 25 feet away from the gun owner. A gun which moments before found itself lodged against the left temple of his head. A pistol now lying in the Champagne-colored 2001 Honda Civic’s back seat was stalled out and wrecked from the cars and mailboxes he reversed into seconds before.
A Honda Civic, which now, contained the bullet of a .45 caliber service weapon passing through the headrest where “one’s head should have been.”
In life it is said that we die a thousand deaths only to be born again one thousand and one. “Two words” are responsible for making this a story of one more than a thousand.
As the story goes: 9/11/2017 approx. 4:25 am
“WATCH OUT” is all he heard – two words from deep within the recesses of his mind.
