In general, we here at TabooLy take anything Confusingous tells us with a grain of salt, but he claims that he found this excerpt of a work in progress scribbled on a notepad in the trunk of his car. He has no recollection of writing it but says it is posted in his own handwriting. As a favor to our favorite See-er, we post his work:
"'I don't much recall ever starting trouble,' he said. Spit shot out of his mouth as a smirk crossed his weathered face. 'But I always remembering ending it.' Tobacco dripped down his two day old whiskers as he looked up to me.
I marked down his words on my pad. He thought himself quite clever but I've heard variations on that theme countless times. I bid him good day as I walked away from his cell and out of the sheriffs office.
There is a fine line between law and order and, well, the other side. Sometimes it is measured not by who you shoot but where you shoot them. Not by why you kill but when you kill.
I've talked to many men. Reminiscing behind bars or standing in front of bartenders. Their stories usually end where on man has a badge and one man does not. And what happens next usually depends where I got the story from: in a sheriffs office or in a saloon."
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