abundanjah: Standing there with a gun in my hand. The barrel point blank to his head. All I needed to do was to pull the trigger, make a clean kill. I pulled… and nothing, I could cut the tension with a knife, my heart was racing, the gun was jammed. Randy’s head in the bucket of grain, enjoying every moment still. We get the back up 22, loaded, aiming right behind the skull. All eyes on me, making sure I get the deed done. My heart was again thumping, but I managed to keep my hands still, and click. The body drops, convultions take over, I lay my hand on the body while he takes his last few breaths, and I thank him. For us humans are really maladapted, we rely on the bounty of mother earth for our survival. I asked for this, to be closer to my food, to make a real connection to this place, to become fully human. And all flesh is grass. I hope Randy understands.