I am quick on the draw

and quick to the line in the sand that I drew and stepped across

I quit boozing and killed a rattlesnake this week. There is more to that story than that handful of words.

And the pushing walls that come in and the faces that circle my horizon and the quiet secret place of stroke stroke breathe as I swim down the river I know it is time to quit smoking too as my lungs turn to cinder and my skin evaporates.

Not too much of a safety net these days.