Josh Brolin

I looked up and the other sheep were watching me from afar. My daughter was crying by now. It was a soft cry, a silent cry, just tears. My son put his arm around her, ranch kids consoling each other through each of nature's traumas. But this was because of me. Do they think if I kill this sheep that I would kill them? Not now, but at any point in their lives?

I looked up and the other sheep were watching me from afar. My daughter was crying by now. It was a soft cry, a silent cry, just tears. My son put his arm around her, ranch kids consoling each other through each of nature's traumas. But this was because of me. Do they think if I kill this sheep that I would kill them? Not now, but at any point in their lives?

If I do this, will it always be living somewhere under their skin, itching at them? I dragged the sheep up the hill while it continued to bleat and try and hold its ground with its front hooves. There was a loose rock. It was an old rock with a layer of mica and a slight fur of moss covering it. I picked it up, and there were two sharp edges visible. I ran my hand over them.

If I do this, will it always be living somewhere under their skin, itching at them? I dragged the sheep up the hill while it continued to bleat and try and hold its ground with its front hooves. There was a loose rock. It was an old rock with a layer of mica and a slight fur of moss covering it. I picked it up, and there were two sharp edges visible. I ran my hand over them.

If I do this, will it always be living somewhere under their skin, itching at them? I dragged the sheep up the hill while it continued to bleat and try and hold its ground with its front hooves. There was a loose rock. It was an old rock with a layer of mica and a slight fur of moss covering it. I picked it up, and there were two sharp edges visible. I ran my hand over them.

They were as sharp as they looked. I imagined the sheep telling me to put it out of its misery, but I knew that wasn't the case. It had no say in the matter. It was all in my head. The truth is, we were all dying on that landslip, but soon one of us would be dead. My aim had to be right on. "'Turn your heads, cover your ears.'

They were as sharp as they looked. I imagined the sheep telling me to put it out of its misery, but I knew that wasn't the case. It had no say in the matter. It was all in my head. The truth is, we were all dying on that landslip, but soon one of us would be dead. My aim had to be right on. "'Turn your heads, cover your ears.'

They were as sharp as they looked. I imagined the sheep telling me to put it out of its misery, but I knew that wasn't the case. It had no say in the matter. It was all in my head. The truth is, we were all dying on that landslip, but soon one of us would be dead. My aim had to be right on. "'Turn your heads, cover your ears.'

My daughter wiped away the tears on her face with the backside of her hand, then put the palms of her hands over her ears. My son followed suit. I lifted the rock above my head. One eye stared up at me from near my feet. The grass along the trail was a deep green. I imagined blood on it. I tried to prepare myself. I am a killer. I kill innocent beings. I'm not funny.

My daughter wiped away the tears on her face with the backside of her hand, then put the palms of her hands over her ears. My son followed suit. I lifted the rock above my head. One eye stared up at me from near my feet. The grass along the trail was a deep green. I imagined blood on it. I tried to prepare myself. I am a killer. I kill innocent beings. I'm not funny.

My daughter wiped away the tears on her face with the backside of her hand, then put the palms of her hands over her ears. My son followed suit. I lifted the rock above my head. One eye stared up at me from near my feet. The grass along the trail was a deep green. I imagined blood on it. I tried to prepare myself. I am a killer. I kill innocent beings. I'm not funny.

There is nothing funny about me.' Don't think. Aim. Save this animal from the pain I caused it. Aim. Please, God, please let me get it right. I stand tall, the rock suspended above me. Thunk.

There is nothing funny about me.' Don't think. Aim. Save this animal from the pain I caused it. Aim. Please, God, please let me get it right. I stand tall, the rock suspended above me. Thunk.

There is nothing funny about me.' Don't think. Aim. Save this animal from the pain I caused it. Aim. Please, God, please let me get it right. I stand tall, the rock suspended above me. Thunk.

I am cold. The world is cold. I feel my children inside me. I see their pain through me. I feel for the pulse of the animal. Silence, except for the winds. None of us move. I am looking down. My children are looking away. The sheep is dead. We stand for a long, long time. We stand there to this day.

I am cold. The world is cold. I feel my children inside me. I see their pain through me. I feel for the pulse of the animal. Silence, except for the winds. None of us move. I am looking down. My children are looking away. The sheep is dead. We stand for a long, long time. We stand there to this day.

I am cold. The world is cold. I feel my children inside me. I see their pain through me. I feel for the pulse of the animal. Silence, except for the winds. None of us move. I am looking down. My children are looking away. The sheep is dead. We stand for a long, long time. We stand there to this day.

We talked it in the beginning. It's like when you said when one parent leaves and then you're sitting there and you're having to perform. And then there's always this performative sense of self. Like you're the funny guy. You're the crazy guy. You know, especially while drinking. I went out with a guy once. He was from Canada, but we were in L.A.

We talked it in the beginning. It's like when you said when one parent leaves and then you're sitting there and you're having to perform. And then there's always this performative sense of self. Like you're the funny guy. You're the crazy guy. You know, especially while drinking. I went out with a guy once. He was from Canada, but we were in L.A.

We talked it in the beginning. It's like when you said when one parent leaves and then you're sitting there and you're having to perform. And then there's always this performative sense of self. Like you're the funny guy. You're the crazy guy. You know, especially while drinking. I went out with a guy once. He was from Canada, but we were in L.A.