Life does treat us in unsettling ways. Like the time I was face-to-face with a poisonous snake called a South Korean Mamba. It crawls over the top of my radio, across my face, and then turns and eyeballs me six inches away. I did nothing, not even breathed. He turned and pulled away. I pulled out my 45 and shot him on the spot. I should have let him go. I then saw the captain's jeep pull up, so I threw the snake on the trail he would come down. I wanted to know if he could walk his talk. He was a West Point graduate and a first lieutenant. Now a captain. Still young. I admired him. He walked up to the dead snake, and I yelled out Watch out, sir. I pull my 45 and shoot it again. Soon, this turned on me when the captain wanted to nominate me to West Point. What a round trip that would have been. I never had a chance. MK altra and all. I was street smart. Ass to face; it's simple. I work as a bather in a nursing home. I always have asses in my face. I need to review my work to ensure it's clean the first time. Every storey has a Tail.
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