Chapter 19

I met Carl in this bar, we got to talking. He told me I was annoying from a early age, well most people tell me thing like that. He told me my mind was immature and that he noticed I wasn't right in the head when I was younger. After Carl went I felt lonesome as hell. I decided to pretend I was shot again, just sat there at the bar clutching my gut, blood dripping on the floor. Maybe I was just wounded mentally and wanted to show it in my own way, I'm not sure.