What's it like to kill a man?

Well, it's not so good. First you're standing there facing him. You're scared. You wantta run and hide. Hide anywhere, but you don't, because you can't. You can't because you know if you make the slightest move he's bound to draw. So you watch his eyes, praying to God Almighty he'll back down or say something anything to give you a chance to get out of it. Then you try to make yourself say something, before you can it's too late, he's not there anymore. He's on the floor. The cuspidure spilled and it's running all over him. People are screaming and they run in and wantta buy you a drink and tell you he drew first, then you break away and run outside somewhere so noone will see you and vomit.