Out here in the thicket of the Appalachian Trail, I have found such peace that it is hard to think of life in the big city. Yet, thanks to this Crackberry, I continue to get the news from Killa City forwarded to me.
Some guy is trying to figure out how a bullet managed to pierce his chest amid what he termed was a “normal conversation”. That’s a new one for me. Even out here in the wild. Now, if a bear or something rolls up on me, I’m going to put a bullet into him. Well, a BB, actually. Courtesy of Walmart.
Several days ago, TKC noted that KC could be numb to the murders. I mean, they are almost as common as new births. Just as one family is passing the word that Shannon and Bryce just had the baby, another is passing the word that “it done happened to Ricky, girl”. That is a shame. We celebrate the arrival of a new life and we “oh well” a premature death.
They say all of this happened during an exchange of nicotine, which leads me to my Moral of the Story.
“He got smoked.”
1 Comment
July 2, 2009 at 1:59 pm
maybe he wanted a menthol and the guy gave him a camel or something. Perfectly understandable.
I dont know that as a whole people are more numb. The ones who never gave a shit still don’t, and those that do are tired of talking to a fence post. It’s tough to keep up they are dropping so fast.
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