I’m torn on this one.

Part of me is convinced that just putting a flower in the barrel would stop all war. Then I’ll make sure to put it in my hair before going to San Francisco, even though I totally forgot the first time.

Another part of me believes that I’m gonna have to solve the problem by getting so high on red agave shrooms that I can’t feel the bullet and thus become an invincible berserker. Might sack York too, if there’s time.