Shoot and Kill

I have only held a gun once in my life. I can tell you that it was an awful out of body experience. No one ever really wants to kill anyone, or so I thought, but in my situation I really wanted to.

See, I was harassed and robbed my first month to this city. Some Mexicans jumped me when I was walking home from the bus. They called me "Gringo" and "Maricone." I wasn't quite sure what all of it meant or what I had done but I knew that this was the end of it all. Up until this point I had never feared my own safety but that night the robbers took something from me I would never get back.

It was almost like a purity or innocence stolen. Maybe even a naivety that you don't have but develop by living in a fucking bubble.

After the men took my shoulder bag and kicked the shit out of me, I went into a state of shock. There were others around but no one gave a shit. To them this was normal and by staying out of the way meant they were safe.

Weeks later I found myself in a shooting range and exacted my revenge against those son of a bitches through the target. The kick and smoking barrel somehow snapped me out of my transit angry shock and after that I never touched the shit again.

Now the sight of a gun makes my stomach turn and in my mind I shame the owners because I realize man was not meant to carry this kind of power around. It only goes to waste.