this morning #2075.

this morning, i’m still not 100% sure how it happened. last night, the four of us were hanging out in the field back behind my house. shooting the shit. tossing ‘em back. six pack after six pack. at one point, we started arguing about what success meant. that topic quickly transitioned into which of us is the most successful. it definitely isn’t bill. he hasn’t been able to hold down a job in ages. i’ve done ok but can’t claim that i’ve done any better than pete or steve so i bowed out. they kept debating. back & forth. their successes. possessions. the entire time, bill & i egged them on. then, for some dumb reason, bill brought up pete’s failed marriage. silence struck. i went to take a piss. while i was finishing up in the can, i heard the shots.