Gun Play

Gun Play in the Meat Locker At the bottom in the Mexican bay rests a 22 calibre pistol, it is in a box and the box is in a plastic bag that moves with the tide; the gun was mine I had bought it in Galveston. I had been obsessed with firearms lately, needed a shooter but didn´t want to buy one bulky cannon difficult to hide, it was easy to purchase came in a box six bullets included. Back on board and with trembling hands I placed the gun inside the frozen carcass of a sheep and tried to sleep. Night in the bay of Mexico I took the pistol up on the deck and said. ”bang, bang you are dead. Put the gun back in Its box and the box in a plastic bag and threw it overboard. It was a beautiful night and I was free of my obsession with firearms they make me nervous and I´m satisfied to know I was not born to be a gunslinger called Morgan Kane.