Let's talk about shootouts.

Now that I've given up on the whole 'decent person thing',. let's discuss shootouts.

How do you survive a shootout? Well. Find cover and don't pretend. and most importantly, practice, practice, practice. Practice entering buildings. Practice walking down the god damn street. Practice what you are going to say to the darker gentleman who say, "I buy you a watch!"

(To which my response now will be, "I'm a gradeschool teacher, and you should say, I'm sorry, what's you're name, Kenai, you should say, "I will sell you a watch!" Say it with me."

It's really hard to survive a shootout and have any clue what happened. You won't remember. The place your body will take you is so rarified you will have no real recollection of anything other than your own memories, which believe me, are unreliable.


My memory is trashed. I have fragments of fragments of pieces of happenstances. Why do I think about the Balkans all the time? Well, the 'real' military, you know, that pussy kind that sends everyone back to their home when their hitch is done, is a waste of mother fucking time. I ran into military, briefly, in places I went, and no respect for them at all. They were clock-punchers. You know what? FUCK YOU. Blow me. Suck me. And most of them were Republicans.
But they weren't nearly as bad as the 'thinkers'.
Maybe what you need to survive violence is violence yourself.

I'm not sure.