shoot, shoot, and more shoots. that is what it looks like to be if it all comes together to be true. "if" being the operative word.
the next two weeks seems to be set for a thrilling rollercoaster ride, though it is probably a joyride to take one for a detrimental fall. everything after, is probably a platter of dessert to sweeten the deal. either that, or to fatten up the chicken and brutally slaughter after without thought of hesitation.
makes me wonder if am a sputnik for failure. if so, guess there is a spot of comfort that there is, at the very least and on the house, a smoking shot to take away for keeps. on second thought, maybe not, provided if do not die under the shooting conditions first.