I said;
“I wish I had a scalpel. I'd perform
A self-imposed
Lobotomy

But I’ve always been careless
And messy so maybe
A gun instead…”

He said;
“I can’t see you wielding a scalpel
With any kind of
precision at all.

Use the gun instead.”

And we laughed for a moment

Until

He said;
“I have to run but I’ll try
To catch up with you
This weekend”

And I said;
“I’ll be busy fucking boys
In cars, something
Ridiculous like that.”

Then he said;
“I’m writing all my books about you
except all car crashes
will be world wars.”

And we laughed.

And he left.