by William Morgan
Since Janie left me, I have been comtemplating Life, the Universe,Everything. It’s my fascination with philosophy that ruined our relationship.
I, according to Janie, don’t know how to have fun.
But, look up in the sky.See all those stars? Were they created,or, was it just some cosmic burp?Does the world exist? Is it just a figment of my imagination?
Is there life after death? Is there a God? Heaven, Hell?
Since she left , it’s all I’ve thought about.
Which is why I have this revolver.
Let’s find out, shall we?
I put the gun in my mouth and pu-