There’s a back story but, right now, I have no time to tell it to you.
I’m too busy ejecting word blanks from my brain gun after pointing my blog finger at the Word Press target.
My mind sees a bullseye times six.
My eyes see no evidence of bullet penetration.
My mouth says, “All those in favor say, ‘Aye.'”
If I wanted to hit the target, I would’ve used live ammo.
If I wanted to move folks, I would’ve pointed my finger at them.
But, that’s what I wanted.
No, I just wanted to squeeze a trigger, make some noise and blow a bit of harmless smoke.