A wandering band of saloon bums decided to free a captured friend chained to the sober life as his drunken friends calls it. He left the group of bums to live a sober life until his friends got him to drinking again wanting him drunk than sober. He died during his first binge in a while not a welcome home or a party to celebrate the return of the drunken bums. Enjoying his new life should have stayed home and lost sight of the bums gathering. His dead body laying on the ground in the dust. His friends stood looking at him minus a conscience and remorse. Take him with you now he’s back with his own kind. They talked about caring for a friend now that you are drunk you have no feeling at all. Where do you wander to next? Another friend to destroy? More booze to silence the torment of your guilt? Indian wrestle with your conscience? Stare at the grave and poke yourself until phony tears starts to flow. This is the time to share your emotions with each other and share remorse for your losses. Something drunken bums know nothing about or don’t care to. You had no interest in protecting your friend but destroying him was your first choice as it was for your own life.
You already had your punishment. A lifetime sentence to live with yourself.
see ya’ next time
