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 Chapter 6: "JD Aint' His Friend"
You realize that it's a rather drunk old man with saggy man boobs. He's screaming something at you, but the stench of old jack daniels on his breath overpowers every other sense you have. He's waving the gun around, apparently forgetting for the moment that he has it in his hand.
You sit up a little, and your head swims from your most recent blackout, and you grunt a small grunt. The old man turns his attention to you and jumps to your side, breathing his stank breath into your face, making your eyes feel like their bleeding, he starts to yell again, jabbing you with his gun.
As he is squatting there by your side, screaming incoheriently, you think to yourself, "Someone's GOT to shut this fool up." Right as this thought goes through your head, the old drunk forgets that it's a gun in his hand, and starts to hit you in the side with the butt of the gun. You reach over, and grab the gun, trying to pull it from his grasp...
Pull the trigger and end this fool's life.
Push the old man, he's drunk anyways.
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