“Ok then, I’ll leave you to your  
lies, and see what I can do about      
Darryl, but you’d better hurry,” she   
said, gave me another kiss, and then   
was gone.                              
     Crap and all that fucking bull-   
shit. Brutal honesty can’t be that     
fucking hard, but damn it. I know Beth 
wouldn’t shoot me. She’s super safety  
conscious about all her guns, but some-
times I still wondered, just a little  
bit.                                   
     Let’s see, I think she has five,  
six...                                 
     “Seven. I’ve also got an assault  
rifle in the attic,” Beth said from the
stairs.                                
     “Shut up and get me those thirty  
minutes.”                              
     “Roger that, Mister Prickly Puss.”
*      Prickly Puss? Where the hell does   
she get this shit?                     
     Ok, seven guns, and she also makes
her own ammunition. She’s also the     
fastest draw and best shot, that I’ve  
ever seen in my whole life.            
     Ok, enough about her, for now.    
     Brutal honesty sucks, Doc, and I  
remember telling you that, but you     
didn’t care.                           
     “It’s easier than getting fucked  
up the ass,” you said, “and besides,   
it’s the key to a butt-fuck-free life.”
     “Why am I always getting butt     
fucked here?”                          
     “No, this is where the butt fuck  
stops, and brutal honesty is the key.  
Just keep doing it until some of that  
ugly shit starts coming out, and that’s
when you’ll know you’re in the right   
neighborhood.                          
     “I won’t kid you, Crim. Getting   
rid of the butt fuckers won’t be easy  
or painless either.”                   
                                  


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