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.