There is someone clever behind me checking out whether I can count. How thrilling and if I fail will you put bullet in me. If I score will you be my buddy, my friend, will I be accepted in your circles, on your level of special individuals of men. I so much want to know more of you. 

I must say I lost count. Show me your superiority. Make me feel I am nothing. Show me your intellectual right. Ways of getting inside someone’s head. Get a trauma and die. I know counting proves something. How far can you count, how far do numbers reach? How much do we have time, money, bullets, screws, tools, cars, friends. How many times, I lost count.