meetings at work, on HR

"The sweetest joys in life are the fruits of sorrow. Human nature seems to need suffering to fit it for being a blessing to the world."   -FW Robertson

I had went off the chain.  Again.  One too many funnies that gave me umbridge, and i took to pistol-whipping Kevin.  He fell, dazed, too his knees, tears and swellings on his cheeks, and he bellowed, "noooo!".  It reminded me of Ric Flair and his disingenuous pleadings for mercy, and as Optimus Prime said, "you who are without mercy now beg for it?".

I took off in a cop car, not having been arrested, but having went right out front and jumped in one, a shiny cop Mopar, that jad been just sitting, spreadeagle so to speak, door partly ajar, motor running, between the front entrances, that being Grocery and General Merchandise.

I had 2 dollars and my .380 revolver.

And an unction for the edge of dissipation.

As I began a new life, later, near the Colorado River, i would see Kevin's social media posts, and he too was a pistol, in his own right.