Friday, September 26, 2008

Do I know you?

My initial thoughts were of my family sitting at home, happily ignorant; of my decision to swing by the bar for "one more round"; and of my unwavering defense of the Second Amendment. But as the moments passed, I fell into my overly-observant ways. Unlike the stereotype, he was neither menacing nor mean. He bordered on polite and felt strangely familiar. He wore a cheap suit, Costco shirt and a classy red tie clad with small Scotty dogs. His black shoes were worn, but serviceable. He emanated exhaustion. Truth be told, as far as I could see, the only difference between him and I at that moment was that his hand held the gun, and my tongue served as its resting place.

4 comments:

paisley said...

nice... very tight...

quin browne said...

oh, i love the detail on this... and that last line!


oh my... brilliant.

Anonymous said...

Paisley's got it. It's tight as hell. A tight and tricky delight wrapped in words to die for :-)

Giggles said...

Clever truths. I think I may know your twin! Love your writing...