Zero Day
pretty boy natural blood stained blonde with the holes in his sneakers
“the gun may be the perfect weapon, he said, standing between a rock and a hard place. but a gun is nothing without a bullet, i replied. i am my bullet. i live my life along the perfect, parabolic arch of purpose meaning. and then there was that time that you stepped on the land mine and i never forgave you. and you could feel the entire rise and fall of the third reich at your feet. it’s a wasted life.”