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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