Photography by Ashley Syers

You think I am so fucking stupid.

I do not play games. I am a killer.

I do not get upset. I get results.

Line them up baby.

Tiny tiny cans

all in a row,

they sew the edge of the fence to the blue sky which seems like it goes on forever

but it does end.

Eventually.

Everything does.

Walk around in blue jeans.

Sip coca cola. Red can. Bite the tab a little bit when you sip because you’re looking at me.

I do not look back.

I look ahead.

Line up the shot.

And pull the trigger.