Upsetting
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
 

As soon as I heard the gunshot, the first thing I thought was, I hope no one was hit. It was a couple of blocks away, so I couldn't see if anyone was down.

It's quite a thrill, they say, shooting a gun. A certain amount of power attends discharging a firearm, perhaps the ultimate power. Or should I say, Supreme Power.
The Power to take a life.

To play God.

I don't know, but I wouldn't want the responsibility. Maybe that's why I haven't shot anyone to death. I wouldn't want to accept responsibility for the act. I'd have to drive through TJ, down the new highway to Mexico City. From there I'd take a Mexicana flight to Caracas, clear Customs and hop on an Aeropostal shuttle to Merida. Up there in the Andes, I'd cool out, drink a lot of coffee and rest.

In 10 years, I'd head back to Mexico City and see if the world was still in one piece.
 
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