"Wolf. Wolf. Kill the wolf." I light a cigar.

I'm not meaning to quote Wolfwalkers. Good movie. But completely inaccurate to the real world. It is a fitting song for why I'm here. I don't mean to sit up here on this uncomfortable pillar overlooking a concert. it looks awful. It smells terrible, but I am used to smelling gunpowder and blood with a hint of alcohol. 

I hate concerts. Literally, with a passion. They're loud. Dancing I don't get that heck. Why do people dance? They're just moving around like grubs or worms. I hate the music. I hate music in general. It's loud and annoying. It buzzes around in your head like a damn wasp. Wasps I like. Music Nah. Well, I like some music. Opera is beautiful no bad things to say about opera. I can listen to opera for hours on end. I once attended the grand Italian Opera with the senator. Of course, I was only there to kill him but nothing I didn't like of the show. 

I look down. It's annoying to be here, but not like I have much choice. I know what I have to do. Wolf. Wolf. Wolf. Kill the wolf. I take up a bullet and I kiss it. I gotta give love to my shots. Why else am I this good? I put it into my gun. My baby. It's named Illisa. My first love who I killed in blood and warm milk. I hate warm milk. 

Okay... so why am I here? Why am I talking about a wolf?