A bad reason to die

I woke up this morning laughing.
I probably killed a man last night
but he deserved to die.
I had no idea how I slighted him.
I only know he appeared
Next to me in the parking lot
With a tire iron.
The bar had been crowded
And loud.
I didn’t recognize him,
But I reacted when I saw him.
I blocked his arm
And punched him in the throat.
I picked up the tire iron
And held it to his face.
I asked him why he had attacked me,
But he couldn’t speak.
I knelt and waited patiently
For his answer.
Finally he choked out
That I had bumped him in the bar
And made him spill his drink.
I laughed and said what a silly reason
To die.
I spun the tire iron in my hand
And struck him across the forehead.
When he was unconscious,
I pulled him closer to the Jeep
And settled his head behind
My left front tire.
I hopped into the Jeep
And mused through my Ipod
For just the right death song.
I settled on Eulogy by Tool
And backed up over his head.
He might have survived,
But I doubt it.