(originally appeared in Bare Bones #3/4, Spring 1999)
When you're up close a shotgun makes a big messy hole, big as a man's fist, but when I squeezed that trigger the shell went through him like a sword through a piece of silk, like the wind blowing outside. He let out a moan and sat down slowly. His eyes were staring like he couldn't believe it happened.
Much more indicative of Block's future work than the previous issue's "Look Death in the Eye!"