that i ever done did write.
I sit and work the airpump on my weapon with a sick, twisted smile on my face, all the while thinking, “The revolution is at hand.” And had I brothers in this battle, I would be thinking, “The revolution is at hand, my brothers.” But I do not. At least not yet. At least not that I know of. My smile widens, but not too much. For a wide smile is not very sick, nor is it very twisted.
As I run my hand along the weapon’s curves feeling the texture of the molded plastic grip, I think, “This weapon is my deliverence.” And would add “my brothers” and probably would say, “our deliverence” if, as mentioned above, there were brothers to be addressing.
The revolution will not be televised. More likely, it will be a feature-length film with companion CD-rom, soundtrack, action figure and bedsheet. The only thing televised about the revolution will be the incessant commercials.
“The only thing televised about the revolution will be the incessant commercials,” I think, smiling broadly.
But not too broadly.