Farewell Bullets

“FAREWELL BULLETS” today I woke up tired and hungover. I was a little sore from my road trip yesterday and the combination was enough to get me complaining. I went home, kissed my son and said good morning. he smiled as I dressed him for school. the time came and the bus arrived right on time. I kissed him on his cheek, I told him I loved him and off he went into another day free from the world's evil. I grabbed my keys, locked up and left. as I drove to my next destination, I fell into a daze. I thought of how tired I was, how hungover I was, how sore I was and how I couldn't wait until my son was grown enough to walk to school. it’s not that I mind the routine to be quite honest, I'm just tired, sore and hungover. when I arrived where I was headed, I stood in conversation with one of the five females I have been around lately. we talked of the road trip, we talked of the drinks, we talked of being tired and sore. it was then we heard it. multiple gun shots and a scream. then, the sirens. the pigs came in on their four-tire horses, guns blazing. another victim of those that protect and serve their badge instead of the people. as the scream came in, my hangover and my tired and sore body wasn't important anymore. I suddenly missed my son even though I just sent him off. the man who fell victim to the abuse of power will never know what it is to be hungover, tired and sore all while kissing his child goodbye. all while saying I love you. I am fortunate to be hungover, tired and sore. I am fortunate to be a father who can kiss his boy goodbye. who can say I love you each day. to you sir, I bid you adieu. By: Chicano Eddie 8-10-2016