Charlie’s eye was hurt bad and a
spider web of red blood
was dripping from his left face and
he asked me to drive him back there,

at first i didn’t know
he had a gun but
figureded it quicky as we were on
a prided revenge ride like a beaten
boy, that he was, because some
stollen kitten shit or fur or
affection or dejection on some
druged level where knives were shown and
he hit first, lucky too, for
Charlie was shaking with stupidity
and might have stabbed that guy first in front