TRASH
You go back inside and call what passes for police around here, and manage to catch them in the rare moment when they aren't eating donuts. They come over pretty quickly and take Dan away. You assume he'll go to a hospital first, but you never know in this county. Soon, the "tourist" and his girlfriend come back just in time for this little event to be finished. They pay Jim the outrageous amount of money he charges and leave. The rest of the day is uneventful, until you ask for an advance in your pay at the end of the day.
"(COUGH!) You're fuckin' shittin' me right? That junkie friend of yours ended up breaking the TV he stole when I shot him! I gotta spend time fixing it again! Time is money! Not to mention I still dunno if (COUGH!) I fuckin' trust you! As a matter of fact I don't want you fucking working here anyway, if those are the type people you hang out with!"
You're not really surprised by all of this.
"I don't need this fuckin' job anyway!" you say as you walk out the door. "And by the way, you lost that war!"
"WHAT! WHAT! Why you, fuckin' " you hear Jim yell as you rush into your truck. Some more gunshots are fired as you drive off.
You go straight home, pissed off, and what's worse there's nothing alcoholic to drink. You stew for awhile until you get the bright idea to take the various beer cans on the ground and pour the residue into a dirty glass and add water. It tastes like warm horse piss, you immediately spit it out. Tina comes home to see what you're doing and laughs.
"You really are fuckin' hopeless you know that?"
"Shut up and come here, I need to put my tongue on something that tastes good." You say still spitting out the beer.
"(COUGH!) You're fuckin' shittin' me right? That junkie friend of yours ended up breaking the TV he stole when I shot him! I gotta spend time fixing it again! Time is money! Not to mention I still dunno if (COUGH!) I fuckin' trust you! As a matter of fact I don't want you fucking working here anyway, if those are the type people you hang out with!"
You're not really surprised by all of this.
"I don't need this fuckin' job anyway!" you say as you walk out the door. "And by the way, you lost that war!"
"WHAT! WHAT! Why you, fuckin' " you hear Jim yell as you rush into your truck. Some more gunshots are fired as you drive off.
You go straight home, pissed off, and what's worse there's nothing alcoholic to drink. You stew for awhile until you get the bright idea to take the various beer cans on the ground and pour the residue into a dirty glass and add water. It tastes like warm horse piss, you immediately spit it out. Tina comes home to see what you're doing and laughs.
"You really are fuckin' hopeless you know that?"
"Shut up and come here, I need to put my tongue on something that tastes good." You say still spitting out the beer.
