I once sought truth, to know, but here is truth, and I’m afraid. Fight or flight…flight. No. Watch and pray for me, my loves, for damned if I’m not a coward, really. I’ll fight. I must fight. Oh God, I’m afraid.
What do I have? Some whiskey’s here, and a gun. Whiskey, a shot. Then, that thing below. Oh Jimmy. Oh God, Jimmy.
Well, we’ll see how real it is, and how it feels about hot lead. I don’t suppose it will make a difference, but let it be remembered, for all that I am, I was a man. I’ll die a man before…well, I’m either already drunk, or I’m about to be. If I live, I’ll not leave a drop in this place. I’ll paint the town red. First a shot, the shot. I know I have to—I hope you all never know, my darlings, but there is a real good and evil, or at least a real hell. I’ve seen it, and Jimmy, well, I’ll pour one out for him now. He really shouldn’t have played with those things. Too smart for his own good.
Fine then, a little courage in my veins, and I’ll be a man. Just enough, you see, so my hand shoots straight. After, I’ll drink enough to forget. I’ll forget for a while.
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