Dead Eyes
Have you ever had a gun held on you? I have. Three times. Well, technically, four—but that one doesn’t count coz the gun was pointed at my chest, not my head, during a little drunkman’s-bluff between friends. The other three I felt the pistol ‘held’ firmly to my skull and friendship had nothing to do with it. Those three times the wielder of the magic wand wanted drugs, money or both and the pistolero […]