Last night David and I went out to dinner on the block but first we had cocktails at his house with the boys.
Elvis was happy for the interaction since he had been alone during the day and Ray was exhausted from sobbing for a good part of our outing up to visit Laura and Stephanie.
Anyway David started talking about something he read in the crapfest known as the New York Post. It was some kind of horrific murder of some innocent by some bad guys.
“You don’t believe in the death penalty do you?” He just likes to get me going.
“No, I think the State should be better than that.”
“Even for these guys?”
“I think there should be life without parole and no TV and stuff.But death? No”
“Well, here’s what I think.”
Like 1. I don’t already know and 2.I wasn’t askin’
“I would like to take these guys and slowly kill them, torture them for days then I want to skin them alive until they beg for a bullet.”
“Sounds good. Where should we eat?”
“I don’t know Bar Vetro?”
So we went down the street and had a lovely dinner.
When I got home I started thinking about what he said.
HE wants to kill those guys? Personally?
This is a guy that doesn’t like to get off the couch to take a piss. Just last night he asked me to get up three times so he wouldn’t have to move.
Once to turn on the a/c, another time to switch on the lamp and a third to check if the a/c was really on.
How is he going to be inclined to torture someone for days. Ya gotta get off the couch for that.
And don’t ask how labor intensive skinning someone alive is. And they aren’t going to just let you do it. You’re going to have to tie them up or something. Not a walk in the park.
Call me crazy but I think David doesn’t alway think things out before he speaks.