Gurgling
I know you haven’t heard from me in a while.
And that a son should call his mom from time to time to let her know he’s all right.
It’s tough doing that when you’re on the run all the time.
I know you wouldn’t give me away.
No, I don’t think you’re phone is bugged.
It’s me, mom.
I haven’t been right in the head since I killed that guy.
Sure I was only 17 then, and a lot of people in the old neighborhood figured the bastard had it coming – after all the people he picked on over the years.
But you’ve got to admit I’ve got a mean temper. So anybody could have told you what would happen when he came to pick on me.
I can still hear him gurgling where I left him on the street.
Okay, so the lawyer you talked to said I could have gotten off with manslaughter if I hadn’t run.
But being from that neighborhood I thought no one was going to believe me when I said I didn’t mean to kill him.
To tell you the truth, mom, I don’t believe it when I tell myself.
As you can hear, I’m still one step ahead of the law.
But I can’t work in any one place too long before someone checks something and figures out I’m not who I say I am.
Whatever kick I got from killing that jerk I lost somewhere along the road.
Sometimes I even feel a little guilty about it.
I thought I had everything licked when I hooked up with some illegal immigrants for work.
The pay sucked, but they weren’t about to turn me in.
Yeah, I admit, I started to drink too much.
Boozed helped me to forget the man and his gurgling for a while.
But like an idiot, I drove drunk through some rich neighborhood down here, and a cop got onto me.
I panicked and didn’t stop. So now I’m hot again.
I don’t know where I’m going next. Maybe Mexico. So you probably won’t hear from me for a while.
Why Mexico? Because folks down there don’t care what I’ve done as long as I don’t do it again.
And maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll be able to forget the gurgling, too.