One Last Line

I started it off simple. One six-pack, my car radio, and me.

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I listened to the Blink-182 song, taking in the lyrics.

Turn your back and run now
you haven't got a chance now..

This was it. It was now or never. If we're gonna go out, lets go out in style.

I shut my eyes tight, the metal hard to hold in my sweaty and shaking palm. Pressing the barrel to my right temple, I squeezed on the trigger.

I looked around me, afraid of what I might see.

I sighed. I was still in the same damn field I'd taken her to on our first date. A beer can was still in my hand. There was no gun in sight.

I was alive.

Turn your back and run now
you haven't got a chance now..