I overheard you complaining about your own elusive target. In your
angst I swept in and claimed I knew him and that we should go hunting
together. You opened a door and let me step right in. With a little
help, I set up a meeting with you. Then I popped a cap in your ass.
Silly, naïve little boy.
Looks like nobody invited you to the Grady Hawkins Dance.
R.I.P.
