You ain't ugly like me.
You know that movie, The Unforgiven?
Remember the scene where Will Munny, murderer of women and children, walks out of the rain into the saloon where the whore's been cut up, and he's got walking pneumonia and he's gripping his collar and water is running off his hat into his whiskey and then Little Bill, who ain't much of a carpenter, comes over and beats the ever-lovin' tar outta him to make an example for other would be assassins?
That's what I feel like today.
The flu has descended.
Some years later, Mrs. Ansonia Feathers made the arduous journey to Hodgeman County to visit the last resting place of her only daughter. William Munny had long since disappeared with the children... some said to San Francisco where it was rumored he prospered in dry goods. And there was nothing on the marker to explain to Mrs. Feathers why her only daughter had married a known thief and murderer, a man of notoriously vicious and intemperate disposition.
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