wounded taken from the 2005 percival everett book.
i was thinking that i’d be a little lost without you here.
you were having a bad dream.
i never thought i’d need anyone again, but i need you. is that okay?
find something warm, though. you’re going to need it.
this is going to sting a little.
am i dead or do i just feel like it?
if it scares you, it scares you. that’s pretty simple.
i’m going to bed. you go to bed, too.
the problem is that guns are easy. any idiot can use one and any idiot can feel tough with one.
it’s five thirty in the morning.
killing isn’t hard. it only takes a second. it’s what comes after that’s hard.
sorry for running out like a stupid child and causing everybody to worry.
take another breath. let it all out.
you forgot to eat lunch again.
that’s it, we’re going to the hospital.
the people you expected to do the bad thing did the bad thing.
sorry i made you come out there and have to save me.
scary stuff.
you were in bad shape.
it’s a tough time, these holidays.
when you call me son, i almost believe it.
this is all so unreal.
that’s going to eat at me for the rest of the day.
you’re in a world of trouble and that’s what you need to be worried about.
to tell the truth, i’m scared.
my fingers hurt.
don’t worry about that now. let’s just get home.
i’ve got bad news.
it’s okay to love something bigger than yourself without fearing it. anything worth loving is bigger than we are anyway.
you’ll slow me down and i’ll be worrying about you.
people live, people die. people split up, people stay together and make each other miserable.
have at it, buckaroo.
put your butt in a chair.
i trust him about as much as i trust any white man with a gun.
makes as much sense as anything.
go grab yourself some lunch.
a little dizzy, queasy all of a sudden.
in other words, get it your damn self.
not bad? whatever happened to “great” or “good”?
you don’t want to understand. you won’t try to understand.
