gun slinger

The Gunman In Montreal, in a bar frequented by shadowy  people who used French phrases, making money fraud and mayhem, I bought a revolver that still had five bullets in its chamber The next morning, our ship was bound for Japan. I worried about the gun, perhaps used in a heist where someone got killed, and there was The Kennedys are still in our memory  Chief, they said, you look absent-minded, what's Wrong, nothing is wrong. I have a slight cold. Near the Sea of Japan, I threw the weapon overboard because I knew if I had a gun when I was growing up  I would, in my anger, have used a gun I threw the revolver overboard, and an hour later, the  cartridges I didn't want they to meet up  The next day, I was my old self, free of guilt