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.