text: Bitter Day Bitter Coffee He started his day like any other person that enjoys a nice cup of folders would. He wakes up at 5 a.m. turns on the morning news and gets a pot of coffee on. He goes out to the front porch to grab his newspaper but something is off. There is a group of older teenagers hanging out down the street on the corner. Only they are there way early. He already woke up today with this feeling he couldnt shake nor describe and the suspicious kids down on the corner didnt help. He decided to write it off and continue on to make his cup of coffee. Only to realize he is basically out of sugar, which didnt help that feeling either, he decides to do without and sit down to his daily dose of caffeine and information. As he sat and drank his bitter coffee and watched this story on the news he continued to get more and more disgusted. Thinking about his life he had no kids no wife, Nothing to leave behind. He was always letting his mind drift on how things could be better but they never were an he never much tried. Nonetheless He was watching a story about a woman not too far from where he lives and she was raped, robbed, and left for dead. She was found not 2 miles from where he was sitting. Feeling so hopeless and helpless for her he stood up and began pacing. Everyday he hears these storys but this one was different it was so close to home and he was almost sure who did it. As he was pacing back and forth and figuring how his life has been meaningless, but maybe he could do something here ,He grabbed his .38 special he keeps in the drawer in the bedroom as he paced a little more an thought about these kids, how they feel so entitled to do the things they do he started heading down to the corner block where these kids were earlier. He was in a blind rage. He couldnt belive the inhumanity these boys could have. As he drew nearer he heard them laughing and joking and smoking. As they see him approach all laughter ceases maybe it was the look in the mans eye. One of the older teenagers looks like leader asks "What the fuck do you want?". He responded in a way he normally wouldnt have but the story of that woman just wouldnt leave his mind. In an instant he drew his .38 all the other teenagers took off running but the leader. He was in such a blind rage unsure what he was doing the barrel of the gun had a slight shake to it. The leader asked "You gonna do somethin or what?" Right after asking that the leader whipped out his own gun getting a shot off but not before being hit by the .38 the mad had already drew. As they both lie there 10 feet apart in the middle of the street at 5:30 a.m.