You know,
how does a person get to that place?
I mean,
you're born,
someone loves you,
you find a place in the world and take each step until
there you are,
looking like GI Joe,
blowing the brains out of a smiling woman in a mom-car
then sauntering on
like a cool breeze.
Bad as it was
bad as the lies about it are
bad as the blood all over the stuffed toys and the airbag were,
the thing that made me finally cry, and scream,
and not know how to contain what I felt
was the "before" image
of the pet dog in the back seat.
How does someone get up in the morning,
slip into their army man ********
and go blow away a smiling woman with her dog?
Jonathan Ross, how did you get there
with a gun in your hand,
her death on your head,
and a pet dog rolling away with its dead mom at the wheel?