Gun to the temple. Confidence drips from ever pore. Pro choice is exactly Pro choice. No letter. No video. No web cast. Made a decision to die with a gun. As itchy as the finger may be, the trigger seems to be far to pain free. Reasons. Excuses. Meaning. Lack there of. Etc. Self inflicted or just inflicted. 3. That is he. The pain is all that is known. Easy way out? No way! Gun on the table now. Suicide has to hurt. on a mission now. This may take a while. No seat belts. No airbags. No insurance. What could possibly be more painful than the wrath of 3? Still thinking. Still. Still. and STILL. Going to have a smoke break. The memories are warping the mind and making the tummy ill. Run along. No. Stop. Those memories are equal to the weight of severe projectile vomit. Mission is really an understatement. Now that the thoughts flow. "Coulda. Shoulda.Woulda". Tell me something I don't know. Back to the subject. No. Not right now. That nasty pervert is just 3
