a minute late or a second slow — The epitaph for every stand up
guy and hard
man who dies with his boot on. They don’t die in their
sleep or retire to become farmers. This is the Urban equivalent of a Viking Death without the hope of a Valhalla.
I’ll see you at the crossroads.
There in only one end for a hard
man no matter how good he is: one day he
will be a minute late or a second slow and he
will die with iron in his hand and lead in his body.