I’m just gonna knock back a couple more glasses of whiskey and then I am gonna sort that bastard out once and for all. I finally found Papa’s old gun in the basement, It was a bit dusty but I bet it works just fine. The old man really did love that gun. I cleaned it some and loaded it, just need another drink to steady my hand is all.
I remember going out on Sunday mornings with Papa, him showing me how to hold it, shooting at empty beer bottles. Telling me that all real men know how to handle a firearm. That was before the cancer ate him up of course. Poor Papa, he got it bad.
But he would want me to do this. ‘Don’t be a pussy boy’, he used to snarl, ‘Whole world will shit on you if you let it.’
Hey, I’ll have a drink to the old man. ‘Here’s to you Papa, I hope you’re getting the roasting you deserve. Here’s to your rotting corpse.’
Now I’m just gonna rest my head on the table a little while, then I’m gonna sort that bastard out once and for all.
