Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Wild, Wild West
The other night I wandered into what I now refer to as gunslinger territory. Anytime someone draws a pistol in the middle of the street, you know that you have entered that classic scenario of WRONG place at the WRONG time. He even went as far as to try and conceal it in what appeared to be some sort of small wooden box. Probably as a camouflage, but most likely as an impromptu suppressor, although I doubt it would have done much good had he pulled the trigger. This is the part where you mind your own business. Heroes aren’t welcome on the streets. You don’t get a medal or even a Thank You. All you get is dead. And the next day nobody cares. You’ll just be a distant memory, or even worse, remembered as the one that didn’t have the good sense to mind his own business. Besides, the situation could easily be recognized as a crack deal gone bad and it's never a good idea to get involved in one of those. Unfortunately, these are the reasons why I know that I have to travel alone. I don’t care much about what happens to me, but if by chance something were to happen to someone I that really cared about I know that I would never be able to forgive myself. When you find yourself in delicate situations that require split-second decision making you can't be certain that you will always make the right one. Someone else shouldn’t have to pay for my poor judgment. So, I’ll just have to try and keep it simple for now. Stay alert, stay focused, stay to myself. At least until I can figure this mess out.