Tony Wilkins busy being born

High Noon Mitchell Johnson. High Noon.

I’m a cop wanna be.

What a noble profession. Officers daily draw the line between a civilized society and an uncivilized one putting their life in danger with every call. We can never be thankful enough for these heroes. And remember the spouse that never really knows if their partner will be coming home from work. You should thank them every chance you get.

I think Mitch is a cop wanna be too.

The trouble is that when he fired his one bullet two years ago it appears to have ricocheted off the truth and pinged him right in his own ass.

I may have a once and for all solution for a divided Greensboro.

I propose a duel. That’s right, I said a duel.

High noon, right on the courthouse steps.

Check the weapons Hogg. Standing back to back Sam can count off the ten steps.

Then start the rootin’ tootin’ shootin’.

As soon as the Super Soakers are empty load them up again and continue until someone is waterlogged or until somebody gives up.

Hey, it worked in the first grade.

(Note: Image is for illustrative purposes only. Do not confuse the author’s ramblings with possible fiction)