Today started off the same. I awoke to the sound of an empty apartment. Walking out of bedroom I accidentally kicked a beer bottle into the fridge. It shattered like so many before. I decided not to clean it up . I usually clean it but right then but who's it gonna kill ya know? I made my usually breakfast, eggs with ketchup, toast with jam, and chocolate milk. Today was going the same as any'ol day. Just like the day before that, and the day before that, well, except for that bottle. A quick change and I was off to my gun store. How I ended up with a gun store is even hard for me to believe. I live in a cramped apartment, drive a rusted piece of crap, and have a brother and sister who should have gotten it. They could have taken better care of the place and dad knew it. But he left it to me anyway. He always knew my life would be bad, though he never said it. He once told me, When I was born, heaven cried. I can see why. I walked into the gun store and sat on a stole and turned on the tv. Five minutes into the weather my back started to hurt. Same time as usually my brother and sister walked into the little shop to say hello. It seems that they were coming in later and later but the clock never lies. My brother, a cop, and my sister, and a paramedic. My brother would walk over to the hand guns while my sister would drop her pocket change into the large water jug that was infront of the counter next to the door. It was half full of money for the hospital charity. I never had time to drop it off. Must have had four or five of them in the back room. I would sometimes have time to take some of it to a coin star but never time to take it to the hospital. In one of my gun safes at home was a big envelope full of thousands of dollars all for the hospital. I never took any money out of that envelope. I was never the best person in the world but I was better then that. Before my brother and sister left I would wave to there partners. They didn't mind the wait, they would be married in a year. About an hour after they were gone, three kids ran into the store. Probably should have been in school. The first one jumped over the counter. The second one pulled out a large silver revolver and shot me right threw the heart. The third ran into the back. Those three kids turned that store inside out. If I was a better person do you think I would have died right there? If I cleaned up that bottle, would I be alive right now? Is it far that people like me died at twenty eight while rich assholes live for years and years only to spend there wealth on themselves? How is that far? Why is that far? What is far? Were was the light at the end of the tunnel for me? Was it far that my brother was gunned down at the high school month later or that my sister blew her brains out after mom died? Which is far? Doesn't matter. Were all happy on the other side. On the other side days are different. Days got bye.