How is it so easy to kill?

Coping with murder

Man, I've already felt as if I was going through some sort of mid-life crisis the last several months. Little seems to make much sense these days. So, yesterday, I decided serious change was in order.

Thus, I went down the street to grab a few beers to celebrate the first step of my great transformation. As I left my house, I noticed several youngsters hanging out. Immediately, they checked me out, and I knew trouble was back in the neighborhood.

An hour later, one of the youngsters was dead.

I couldn't help but wonder, as I watched one teenager crawl across the ground, taking his last breathes, was it worth it? Was it worth wanting to be a tough guy?

And, as I sit typing this, his homies are drinking and smoking at his vigil across the street, exactly where he died less than 24 hours ago, and I can only wonder, how long until the next shots are fired. How can it be so easy to kill?!