..I had my scope locked right on his temple. Walked with him for 3 minutes, knew his rhythm, anticipated when he was going to look down and fidget with that stupid f****** belt-buckle…He looked like a typical idiot Texan. So, yeah he would’ve deserved it on principle. His dumb fat, pram-pushing wife would never had seen it coming until she had his warm brain matter all over her cheek. I’ve been trained for this, USMC. I can put a hole through a nickel at 200 yards. All that desert service has got me a little PTSD’ jonesing for the whiff of that powder and the whistle of a long-distance round down-wind ….I didn’t THIS time….
