I don't care. I made it all the way here. I had to pass through a thick forest, with lots of poisonous bugs everywhere, in the middle of fucking nowhere. I'm crazy, he's crazy, I've heard it all.
There it is. A cabin. I knew I'd find it. There he is, sitting on the front porch with a shotgun.
'Who the hell are you?'
Gulp.
'Who the fuck are you?' he says, pointing his shotgun at me, walking slowly towards me.
'Please, sir...'
'Wassamatter with you, kid? Swallowed your tongue? I bet they sent you here to get me back, didn't they?'
'Sir, please, no...'
'Alright then, who the fuck are you?' Now he's standing about a yard away, his shotgun right to my face.
'Jerry David, I love you.'
His eyes open wide. He can't really believe his ears. His shotgun s on the floor, his hands shake in the air. He jumps on me with a hug, crying in joy.
'Oh God. Oh thank God.'
He died a few seconds later, but I don't care. He died a happy man.
An Cat Dubh, 3.6.09
Unum diem...
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