Hang 'Em High
And We Can Run.
I had run, run as far away as I could. Mikey, Ray and Bob would be out soon, hearing a gunshot, and the blood-curdling scream.
I stopped at a café; busy, though it was around eight thirty. Shouldn’t people be in bed by now? Shouldn’t people be at home with their families?
I shook as I sat down in a corner. A pair next to me caught my attention; a man with a golden wedding ring, and a woman with nothing adorning her finger. Oh, such happy families.
I rested my elbows on the hard, wooden table, and supported my head in my hands.
Oh, God, I’m never going to see him again. I thought, solemnly.
The only time I’d see him now was his dead corpse and his shattered head on national TV; probably sporting some headline about kids killing themselves because their inspiration for guitar had been shot dead by their ‘hero’. ‘Role model’. ‘Inspiration’.
The voices of fans I’d met rang through my head as I ordered a coffee from an annoyed looking waitress; she’d been forced to work overtime, my guess was, by the look on her face.
I stopped at a café; busy, though it was around eight thirty. Shouldn’t people be in bed by now? Shouldn’t people be at home with their families?
I shook as I sat down in a corner. A pair next to me caught my attention; a man with a golden wedding ring, and a woman with nothing adorning her finger. Oh, such happy families.
I rested my elbows on the hard, wooden table, and supported my head in my hands.
Oh, God, I’m never going to see him again. I thought, solemnly.
The only time I’d see him now was his dead corpse and his shattered head on national TV; probably sporting some headline about kids killing themselves because their inspiration for guitar had been shot dead by their ‘hero’. ‘Role model’. ‘Inspiration’.
The voices of fans I’d met rang through my head as I ordered a coffee from an annoyed looking waitress; she’d been forced to work overtime, my guess was, by the look on her face.