So the Wind Won't Blow It All Away

‘You mean, you shot twelve people dead because you don’t like gym? and you haven’t been getting enough McDonald’s special sauce on your hamburgers?’

The kid would look a little bewildered for the first time after his interlude of carnage and then say, ‘You mean, those aren’t enough good reasons? How would you like that to happen to you? Why don’t you put yourself in my shoes?’

They’d let him out of prison when he was twenty-one, with a baby face and an asshole three inches wide.