The dog leash was still tied tight around the oak tree in the back, stretched worn and limp across the green grass as if trying to escape to freedom; and he buried his wife without a tombstone. Where before, she sat most times in his home, licking her wounds.

Some ride the bullet to vent, while some shoot the bullet to revenge.

Which is colder, the hand or the gun?

Taking a life, is not worth getting life in prison.

These days, it's better to look poor and be safe, than look rich and be a victim.

Words do murder.