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.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet.”
“Sometimes, you’re gonna have to
dig deep, but even still, getting into
that really ugly neighborhood is only
half the battle.
“The real battle's gonna be when
you have to admit the truth, and that’s
gonna be the hardest thing you’ll ever
do, but it’s also the one thing that’ll
cure you. I guarantee it.”
CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th
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