OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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Instead of talking, I pondered how my life had turned out since
I returned to Arizona. Just a few weeks ago, I was an underpaid
mechanic, but my life was quiet. Now I am a mook, a paid
thug, and I am forced into scenes of ugliness on a daily basis.
Jenny knows what I do now, too, so there's basically no chance
of ever getting her back again...and if I want to see my kids, I
have to go back to Illinois. There's no way in hell I'd bring
them down here to visit, even if their mother would allow it. I
can't see a way out of this, and I am no longer sure I want to.
Some people are born to hang, and I guess I'm one of them...on
the upside, they say that if you are born to hang, nothing else
can touch you.
So that's where things stand, these days...I have become a latter
day Wyatt Earp...not the hero of legend, but the gambler and
thug that was the reality. Welcome to the new West, same as
the old West.
But now it's getting late, and I have to go to work.
Or kill me.
or kill me