Among us…

did you kill him…

nope…

you were alone with him for days out there in the woods and the thought never crossed your mind…

uh huh…

I know you thought about it…some deep dark act of violence against him…you carry a gun…

got one stashed…

think about shootin’ him…put a bullet right into his heart…maybe in his fool head…I don’t know…or a knife…stab him to death…force the blade right into his gut and twist it ’round…what kept you from it…

don’t rightly know…

doesn’t he desrve to die…

couldn’t tell ya…I’m not God…can’t judge a man…

can’t judge a man…can’t judge…that’s all we do here is judge…we judge each other…everyday…people decide between right and wrong…we know when someone has cheated…lied…swindled us…this man is guilty I’m tellin’ you…

whatdya want me to do ’bout it…

kill him…you get angry enough at a man you can kill him…you’re just not angry enough at him…what kind of a man are you…he took somethin’ that belonged to us…us…you and me…

well then you kill him…

I might have to…might have to…some night when it’s dark out…just a sliver of the moon left in the sky…that’s when I’ll think about it…can’t depend on you to do the job…get him alone out there in the woods…maybe knock him in the head with a log…bash his brains in…or maybe put poison in his drink at night when we’re sittin’ ’round the fire…

you know what’s best…

damn right I do…do you love me…really deeply love me…

yep…I do…

I love you too…don’t you want him out of the picture once and for all…

scared…

of what…

get caught…

not if we do it right…no-one would ever know…he’d just be gone one day…people would suspect he left town…moved away…got on some train and never came back…he’s a nothin’…nobody cares…see us on the streets they walk right by us…we might as well be ghosts in this town…this country…

hear ya…

there’s rules to livin’ on the streets…stealin’ is unforgiveable…

what if I just beat him up real bad…made him know what he did was wrong…

he knows what he did was wrong…now he has to pay…

yep…we all pay one day don’t we…

sure do…you ever killed a man…said…you ever killed a man…

nope…you…

naw…but I would…I would…

don’t go writin’ no check that your ass can’t cash…prison is a long time…a long time…

know…I know…

once you go in you don’t come out…

that’s what they say…three hots and a cot…

ain’t that simple…prison life’s harder than bein’ out here on these streets…think ’bout that…

I will…I will…so you’re not gonna kill him…

‘fraid not…

alright then…you know what they say…want somethin’ done right…

you gotta do it yourself…

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