Chapter Two Talk. There's always talk after shootings. Talks of a better world. Talks of peace. Talks from the government about “change”. But it’s all talk. Talk and nothing more, because other things become more important. Things like “what on earth was Miley Cyrus doing on stage last night?” and “which state is the super bowl in?” And any talk of change is flushed down the drain. Gun control doesn’t make the majority, while people happily pass pot bills.
My friends died for talk. Talk, and nothing more. I suppose you’re done with my guilt trip. I suppose you just want to find out what happened to me. I suppose you want to know, so you can talk about it with your friends. Talk about it and nothing more.