What do you think it means that I drew the Lee Van Cleef card?
Do you think?
Have you ever seen a western with him in it? Ever seen a soul in his eyes? Ever seen him show any mercy that didn't benefit him?
He is an archetype, people. And they based him on me.
I tell you and tell you, here there be dragons. This blog is a warning buoy. A lighthouse in the fog, at night.
And you don't listen. Even when I have them bloody on the ground, and am repeatedly smashing their face into the gravel. Well, it's kinda hard to hear then, but if you are not an ignoranus, you get my drift.
I beg you, do not become me. Do not be me. If I meet you, and you remind me of me, I will kill you.
The wife just answered the door, warned me first, and I drew my .45 and would have killed the person on the porch without a second's thought, and no regrets, should they need killing.
Do you want to live like that? You might want me leading your party through the wasteland, but, do you want to become me?
Just because I hug my kids and love them and love the wife, if you have ever met me, and lived, it only means you haven't triggered that thing inside me, that I have been trying to subdue for years now.
When I cry, those tears are for me. I haven't a drop of pity for you.
Though I am trying to learn.
Kids of mine, does this explain me better to you? That would make me happy. For me. And I am really trying very hard to learn to be happy for you.
How do you like me now?