But I am just Mrs. Blogger in a Hip-Hop scenario of Reservoir Dogs. I have my gun pointed at Mr. Download, who has his gun pointed at Mr. Artist, who has his gun pointed at Mr. Industry, who has his gun pointed at me. We’re all ready to fuck each other up and we’re all full of shit. And in the middle of our square-off is the Quality Product; sweat beads forming at the brow and lip, and chest heaving in congested sputters.
The question isn’t who will go down, but rather who will pull the trigger first.
