Driven To The Edge

Driven To The Edge

I did it. I killed him! 

That bloody irritating little man. Well he won't be irritating anyone anymore. 

I must admit that it was allot more messy and smelly than I thought it would be. It's nothing like the movies or computer games, even the most gory and gruesome ones. I am so pumped right now. The adrenaline is racing through my body. Man I feel great!!! 

I did not think it would be so sticky, or go, just about everywhere, or be so warm. It's hard to stop thinking about it, and I can't stop smiling, Man! That was a rush. 

I suppose I better tell you what happened.  

WOW. That was a rush.  

Chapter 1 

My name is Bob Gordon. I am 62 years old and even if I say so myself, I think that I am in decent shape. I am not a rich man but I am able to live comfortably for the rest of my life and still leave something to the kids. The kids, they are all grown and living their own lives and I haven't seen them for almost a year. Not since my Sandy died.  

"Ok. Enough of that" I say to myself. I have done the depression thing and gotten through it, but the Doc says to watch for the signs as I can slip back into depression again at any time. Let me tell you why I had to kill that irritating little man. 

Well it all started a few months ago. Times and dates will not be relevant as this document will only be found when I am dead and gone, and that is as it should be.  

I live in a quite neighbourhood. It's not a rich or one of those high wall and electric fence neighbourhoods either. We all had standard six foot walls and dogs and security lights, but even though I do not actually call my neighbours friends, we at least have a nodding relationship and look out for each other's homes. 

Our street is a long street but it is divided into four blocks. Our block has five houses on each side of the street and we have a lot of large trees growing on the pavements. What is nice is that the garages for the block of flats on the next block, creates a convenient alleyway running from the back of my house and past three other houses to the next street. It has been a constant worry for me as it is unlit and would give a determined criminal easy access to any of our properties. 

The house of the man in question is a corner property and has high - Higher than the standard six foot - Brick walls and large driveway gates. The man is well built and he must have been in his early thirties. He was not very tall, but not a short man either. 

"So what did he do to make you kill him" you ask. So I am going to tell you.

Chapter 2

He bought himself a Harley Davidson motorbike. That is what he did. 

Oh don't get me wrong it is beautiful, and yes I am a little jealous as I also used to enjoy riding motorbikes in my younger days. I also understand that he had to work hard to get the money together so he could afford to buy a bike like that for himself.  

So he has this new bike and he loves to ride up and down the road showing off, and I am ok with that. What gets to me is the noise. The noise that the bike makes is deafening and no matter what you do you cannot ignore it. He loves to rev the bike and make sure that we all know that he is now going for a bloody ride. And that is OK. What pisses me off is when he revs the bike in his yard for no apparent reason. Or even worse, when he revs the bike in the street, also for no reason other than to make a noise, or just to show off. 

I was young once and I understand that a little showing off is expected. I understand that when you have a bike like that you want people to know that you have it. I accepted that and even though it irritated me no end. I lived with it.