The (St. Valentine's Day) massacre

everything happened so quickly. it's almost like a blurred memory, i actually don't remember it even happening, but when you're standing there... seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours. and among the noise, all the blood, and my heart suddenly stopping, there was only one thing going through my mind... right now it seems like i only thought about it throughout the whole shooting...

did you receive the flowers i sent you this morning?

bang!