15: Dec 2016 #09 - Johnny Ringo
Authored by Mike Jurkovic
He said he wanted to break up w/her but she’d just been in a car crash and was in critical care. “When do I do it?” he asked, w/some humanity. “I dunno, between beeps,” I said w/o some cos I’m tired of solving everyone’s riddle but my own. Cos I just don’t care anymore. Really I don’t. Everything comes to an end and now’s the time. Sink or swim. Shit or get off the pot and let the next corpse stink up the room. I can only concern myself w/myself and that small circle of cohorts and zealots getting smaller thru homely attrition. Another goes over the cliff. See ya. Sayonara. Enjoy the trip. What do you want me to say? That we’re all conscientious? Look around. That we’re all nice people ankle deep in blood? What? What is there left to say but bring me a match. Everything burns no matter how nice we are.