Priorities In Order

Funny, he thought, they talk about a silver bullet as a cure, when a bullet is pretty useless unless it is shot from a gun. Then he remembered the lines from .38 Special by none other than Lynard Skynard:

                Hand guns are made for killin’

                Ain’t no good for nothin’ else

                And if you like to drink your whiskey

                You might even-uh shoot yourself

                So why don’t we dump all em people

                To the bottom of the sea

                Fore some ole fool come around here

                Wanna shoot either you or me

Then he remembered the lines from Hilary Putnam, the philosopher:

Beware any philosophy that can be put in a nutshell; it probably belongs in one

Was he being un-critical? The worst of all sins. Was he being shallow and lacking perspective? He thought about it. For days. But then the refrigerator went on the fritz and he had to have it repaired. A leaking fridge will get your priorities in order. And the gun business went to the back.

He went about his days and weeks as he usually did: reading, writing, molding young minds when out of nowhere one night a student of his, dressed in a Lynard Skynard concert t shirt, shot him at point blank range with a .38 then dumped his body at the bottom of a sea.

He would never procrastinate again.