Monday, October 18, 2010
The depths of a man's soul cannot be measured in a manor of meters and fathoms but rather it is in my opinion only quantified by his proximity to heaven and hell. It was in such a state I ushered myself past the town tavern bursting at the seams with the sounds laughter and drunken piano playin'. Had it only been a different night, a different place, different kind of man passin' by the threshold of that innocent pub. The events that transpired there would never have even begun to be grasped by the feat. I could only ask if anyone outside that place had a clue when the exclamations of mirth became the desperate screams of the helpless begging for their very lives.