Ice

“So Brown’s out there doing his morning run – freezing…one of those old school, grey sweat shirts and it’s so cold he has a scarf around his whole face, just the eyes peeking out over that flat fuck broken nose…so cold, there’s a small ring of ice on the scarf where he’s breathing hard. And all you see is this clear, white lake – covered in snow – beautiful. And then there’s this “bang” – a shotgun or something and cloud of snow kicks up at his heels…and then “bang” another and Dave is picking things up a bit…and sitting up there on the porch of this cabin is his fuckin’ trainer, bottle of Scotch by his side, sitting in his fuckin’ bathrobe, shooting at Brown’s heels every time the pour guy slows down!”