better luck next time, don't worry so much

another important question from esnupi.core

To Survive on This Shore, by Jess T. Dugan.

A woman walked into my office. She had legs. I noticed her legs. “I have a problem. I need your help,” she said. They always said that. I knew her legs weren’t the problem. I hoped she might want my help with them anyhow.

“I can handle danger,” I said. I patted the butt of my gun. My gun was a Colt. My gun and my scar were all that was left from my time as a soldier. My gun, my scar, and the nightmares. I looked her up and down. “I am good at handling things.”

“In my experience, trouble doesn’t wait for an invitation.” I looked at her legs again. They were both still there. “When did you last see your husband?”

You thought this was a rabbit? They thought this was a rabbit. That's fucking funny bitch, this is fucking Winnie the fucking Pooh. Yeah. Yeah. Fuck 4th of July

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taking my first toddling steps past the vinyl setup that has served me for a decade; i'll always love you, atlp-60 from barnes & noble and whatever half-decent aux-connected computer speakers i could get my hands on, but it's time for a growing girl to learn what an amplifier is and what all those knobs do