Write to the Point
So here we are once again my friends, drenched in blood from a terrorist act in our own backyard, bomb-induced fireballs on our city streets.
We’ve seen the headlines: three dead, 176 injured in two bomb blasts near the end of the prestigious, 117-year-old Boston Marathon. Broken, sliced bodies lying in streets awash in blood, building debris mixed with backpacks, frantic rescue workers and law enforcement running to and fro trying at one time to make calm a chaotic situation while getting people the hell outta’ there.
By the time you read this we’ll know more, but as I write we alrea...