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Who would've guessed a car repossessed would drive
a grown man to point a barrel to his chest, and then...
Who would've guessed a car repossessed would drive
a grown man to put a bullet through his (own) chest.

I remember driving in the Blazer;
heart in a race.
Hurried to get to your place,
not expecting that I'd never see your face;
only your body wheeled out in a bag.
My head: buried in my hands.
Neighbors spectate from the lawn,
mouths agape looking on...
and I'm in the back of this '96 Chevy thinking:
“It must be bad, if their jaws are such heavy lifting.”

I remember driving home,
taking a moment to pause.
While contemplating your loss,
I poured some salt in my wounds
while they were still raw.
So, did you go get your father's gun?
The one and only son.
Take it out back on the deck just for the heck of it?
Sit in your favorite chair,
breathe in December air,
exhale, relax, and pull the trigger back?

Could you see the end over a repo'd Benz?

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from I Just Want to Go Back to Hell, released November 17, 2017

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