Cereal

All I could do was watch the cereal fall from his jaw as the sugar from his cereal faced death in his mouth and I knew in that moment that his life was over. The black 9MM on the table next to him said everything I needed to know. This life was his work and he resigned to a life that would not leave this hood.

He broke his back across this life and there was no recovery from that injury. He took it too personal and I needed a change of scenery more than I needed a brother. 

I could smell death on him, it was dosed in barbeque and he wanted every piece of it. He resigned. But I would not resign with him. 

I saw it all happening in that cereal and I left my spoon there and just walked away.