I am a murderer

I am a murderer.



The first one wasn’t easy. It felt cold, harsh and bitter. I remembered as my friends were with me and there was a purpose to our rampage. One by one the steely pop, reverberated as my group put forth single efforts in their own quest to exterminate as many as possible. My 2nd, 3rd, and 4th victims went down easily and within an hour I was laughing as each crumpled to the ground. Singing and laughter were heard above each successive explosion signifying the death of another. This deafening confusion went on for hours until all we had planned to eliminate were lying on the ground.



The cooler was empty; I had killed a twelve-pack without any reservation. Yes, I am a murderer.