I’m here in a dead man’s town.
The lights are blaring. The water glistens. The darkness flows like the river. The silence is deafening.
I’ve got a gun in my hand.
In the gas station, there’s a man in a mask. He’s shouting. I tell him, Don’t test me, son.
Don’t test me, son.
We can decide who shoots first.
His feet are shifting. I can see the uncertainty in his eyes. The teller glances back and forth.
I just wanted to pick up some gas. Grab some coffee. Make my deliveries.
But now we’re staring across the abyss.
And the abyss stares back.
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