Gurgling

 

I know you havenít heard from me in a while.

††††††††††† And that a son should call his mom from time to time to let her know heís all right.

††††††††††† Itís tough doing that when youíre on the run all the time.

††††††††††† I know you wouldnít give me away.

††††††††††† No, I donít think youíre phone is bugged.

††††††††††† Itís me, mom.

††††††††††† I havenít been right in the head since I killed that guy.

††††††††††† Sure I was only 17 then, and a lot of people in the old neighborhood figured the bastard had it coming Ė after all the people he picked on over the years.

††††††††††† But youíve got to admit Iíve got a mean temper. So anybody could have told you what would happen when he came to pick on me.

††††††††††† I can still hear him gurgling where I left him on the street.

††††††††††† Okay, so the lawyer you talked to said I could have gotten off with manslaughter if I hadnít run.

††††††††††† But being from that neighborhood I thought no one was going to believe me when I said I didnít mean to kill him.

††††††††††† To tell you the truth, mom, I donít believe it when I tell myself.

††††††††††† As you can hear, Iím still one step ahead of the law.

††††††††††† But I canít work in any one place too long before someone checks something and figures out Iím not who I say I am.

††††††††††† Whatever kick I got from killing that jerk I lost somewhere along the road.

††††††††††† Sometimes I even feel a little guilty about it.

††††††††††† I thought I had everything licked when I hooked up with some illegal immigrants for work.

††††††††††† The pay sucked, but they werenít about to turn me in.

††††††††††† Yeah, I admit, I started to drink too much.

††††††††††† Boozed helped me to forget the man and his gurgling for a while.

††††††††††† But like an idiot, I drove drunk through some rich neighborhood down here, and a cop got onto me.

††††††††††† I panicked and didnít stop. So now Iím hot again.

††††††††††† I donít know where Iím going next. Maybe Mexico. So you probably wonít hear from me for a while.

††††††††††† Why Mexico? Because folks down there donít care what Iíve done as long as I donít do it again.

††††††††††† And maybe, if Iím lucky, Iíll be able to forget the gurgling, too.

 


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