Thursday 15 January 2015

Not Really Sorry

I’m not sure that I have a topic for tonight. Okay, I am sure I don’t have a topic. I am aware that has never stopped me before, but it is harder when I’ve got nothing.

There was a shooting last night at the local Co-op where I do some of my grocery shopping. It appears that one drug dealer was enjoying a Tim Horton’s enjoyed a double-double dark roast and a long john in his SUV, just minding his own business, probably doing business when one of his competitors took out a rifle and shot him. One bullet hit him in the arm, one hit the door of the store in from of a woman pushing a baby carriage and the other seems to have disappeared. Well, it is somewhere, just not anywhere important enough for the news people to report its location.

Having drug dealers killing other drug dealers doesn’t really bother me that much. In fact, I actually am in favour of the practice and in my mind it can’t happen often enough. I just wish they would do it out in the country where stray bullets won’t endanger any of us straight people. The plus of killing someone in the country is that disposing of the body is much easier and if there happens to be packs of hungry coyotes around, so much the better.

I know what you are thinking, “If the drug dealers kill themselves off, what will the cops do all day?” Well, they can go back to helping the taxpayers, directing traffic, handing out tickets and warnings to poor drivers and eating donuts. I can’t help but think that if there had been a few cops at the donut shop last night there wouldn’t have been any shooting at all. Hell, the drug dealer might have gotten his coffee and donut somewhere else. Maybe in the country. We will never know.

I don’t worry about flying bullets. They are pretty rare and if there does happen to be one with my name on it, there isn’t much that I can do about it. I will keep my eyes peeled for the missing slug from last night. It would make a pretty cool souvenir. I know, maybe if those people in my neighbourhood would stop doing recreational drugs the drug dealers wouldn’t hang around. Just a thought.

I still don’t have a topic for tonight, sorry to waste your time. I’m not really sorry…

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