The History of Being Gunned Down

9. There is nothing like witnessing a flaming sunset from the water: watching from a boat I marvel as a ball of melon-hued radiance splinters the sky in shards of orange and pink, the crisp air sharpening the illumination. The wind is biting, setting my teeth on edge as I skid through the swells on the bay’s skin, reveling in the feeling of gliding through the tungsten-colored world. I am oblivious to the fact that as I waft through a twilight-washed fantasy, people are being gunned down in a...