There’s a gun pressed to my temple right now. Safety’s off. I could pull the trigger. Splatter my brains all over the living room couch. Im sitting In the living room of Tyler’s horrible house with a gun to my horrible head. What am I doing right now? I sigh, clicking the safety on and slipping the gun back into the coffee table drawer. I sit with my legs pressed together, my hands on my knees like i’m in deep thought. I’m not. I never think. I’m a head empty, blank faced shell of a man.