Cannoneer No. 4
2010-01-11 18:49:41
Mr. D, whatever got a loving man like you in the dynamite business?
Well, I’ll tell you. I was born with a powerful passion to create. I can’t write, can’t paint, can’t make up a song…
So you explode things.
Well that’s how the world was born. Biggest damn explosion you ever saw.
Dynamite in the hands of a fool means death.
In this case, it could mean life. Ours. If we’re lucky enough to get back to this rat trap, it might be touch and go. All you gotta do is light this fuse. You got ten seconds to run like hell. Then dynamite, not faith, will move that mountain into this pass. Peace, brother.
