They don’t call it Russian roulette for nothing. Get a six-shooter, load it with a single bullet called Destiny, spin the chamber, point the barrel an inch above your ear, any ear – now wait or don’t wait – now squint or don’t squint – think or don’t think – now flashback or don’t – now weep or unweep – now breathe and don’t breathe now laugh and don’t laugh so dammit what the heck you waiting for – pull the goddamn trigger!
Pot luck, you’re still alive.
You lost five pounds of sweat in just under a minute. But you’re alive.
Now it’s Putin’s turn. Shootin’ hootin’ tootin Putin – it’s his turn.
You hand him the gun. He takes it. He looks down at you even though he’s shorter than you. How the hell does he do that, you wonder?