It was a chilly and bleak November day in Minnesota. Normally, I love bleak days but on this particular day I wasn’t especially happy with my life.
Too many people who should be nice to me…weren’t.
Too many people who should appreciate me…weren’t.
Too many people who should love me a lot…or even ‘just a little more’…don’t.
And the worst part about this was that I couldn’t understand why.
If I actually thought that the problem was with me, I would have done something…anything to change the situation. But it wasn’t me.
I had spent many hours soul searching and many hours asking questions…trying to know what it was that I was doing wrong…or not doing right. But no answers…so no solutions.
So I got into my car and took a little drive down to River’s Edge Falls, a wonderful little park in the heart of Minneapolis, to watch the icy, cold water race fiercely over the rocks and then crash down to the bottom.
It was always a soothing place for me to visit but unfortunately, I found I was coming here more often…needing more and more comfort.
The park was beautifully deserted. Good. Mondays are like that.
I could just lean against the ancient stone wall and watch the water crash down…over and over…the rhythm so relaxing and the deafening noise somehow comforting and calming.
I knew I would get my focus back…re-charge…decide the correct path and take it. I’d figure it out…I always did. I wasn’t born yesterday. I had some life skills.
“Hey there little lady, how would you like to come with me to those bushes over there and warm me up on this chilly day.”
The man’s voice was mean and angry. His words slurred. Could I feel a tiny prick of a knife in my back…? No matter.
As I slowly turned, I reached into my inside jacket pocket and pulled out my loaded Smith & Wesson .38 Special revolver that I always carried…because…why not?
And then I shot him through the heart. Twice.
No one heard the shots as I watched him fall to the ground…left hand still clutching a very sharp-looking steak knife.
“Fuck …you…” he croaked as the blood flowed quickly out of his heart and in seconds he was dead.
“Apparently not…” I said and I walked back to my car.
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Then you should have stabbed him with his own knife…..while saying, “Nice to MEAT you.” LOL