Collect your bones.
“Man did you hear the news?
The Boy’s back in town and he reeks of the blues.”
Warm welcome home.
So fuck the invite.
Spare me the small-talk.
Every second the price on my head grows.
May the best man overdose on pride.
I could destroy you, but not in these shoes. You lack the stones to be more than a metaphor.
I saw this coming, slow as an avalanche, so here’s some advice for you:
‘Next time make sure to put at least two bullets in the head’
This is not a cheap shot, it cost an arm and a leg.
This time there will be no next time.