Look into his eyes. He often called himself a little dark poet, but what he did with words was not exactly poetry. The theme this week, Pick up the gun, was taken from one of Hicks’ performances. Every time Hicks got on stage, he knew he was picking up the gun, the gun that would give his enemy the justification he needed to kill the man in black. Hicks knew it would happen, but he also knew that he had no other choice but to pick up the gun. So, what do you do in such a situation? The poor shephard, worried for his life, tried to pick it up with enough time to at least get a shot off, but there’s never enough time. If you have to pick up the gun, the only weapon you have is your words; you make the bastard who is going to shoot you regret the fact that they waited as long as they did. That’s what Bill Hicks did every time he got on stage. Well, every time but once. Living as he did on the cusp of popularity but always being just too risque, it was no surprise that Hicks was
