Friday Noir: Dry Lightning
Don’t kid yourself.
You can never know what’s in a man’s heart.
But his eyes…They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
If you believe in all that.
I say they’re the windows into a man’s heart.
You look – really look – in to a man’s eyes and you’re going to see things.
Resignation is the worst. Nothin’ can be done. All is lost.
It’s fear that you have to, well, fear.
Fear gives us an edge.
When the sweet hush of midnight rolls in, the dry lightning flicks across the sky, and the cold steel of the gat is in your hand, and you’re waitin’ for what comes next…
Well, that’s the time, then.
If a man knew how to live, he’d never die.
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