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.