On the Edge

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I checked into my cheap Austin motel,

headed out to find something to eat.

Five cop cars

cornered

a man in army fatigues.

He was backing up

into them,

and their raised firearms,

slowly.

It was his choice

what happened next.

He was slow and deliberate.

Careful, even.

A policeman

wearing a bullet-proof vest

aimed a heavy-duty

assault rifle

maybe 25 degrees off angle

from me driving by.

This isn’t Andy of Mayberry anymore.

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