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.