OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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#18: All the Way to the Gallows
When I woke up on Sunday morning, I knew that I was fucked.
Looking around me only confirmed my fears, and I closed my
eyes again.
Late Saturday evening. The day has been a non-stop set of
hassles, and I have a headache. The good news is that Maria
had no trouble collecting "association fees", and we're done
running the results out to Tombstone...but the drive mad my
headache even worse.
I was dealing poker at the club, which was packed to the
rafters...Saturday night was the Tucson "pub crawl", an annual
festival of all that is surly and wrong with the human species.
The real loons come out, along with the barflys, the wifebeaters,
the brawlers, and - of course - the North-siders, down
to do a little slumming.
My head was pounding from a massive tension headache that
had so far defied tylenol, aspirin, and a neck rub from Maria,
who - having been a pro kickboxer - could be expected to be
competent at such things. I was having trouble concentrating,
and the players were pissing me off.
At one point, I decided I needed a break. I told the players that
the game would pause for 15 minutes, and I went to the back
office. I sat there relaxing for about 10 minutes, when Seth
stuck his head in, and asked me what the trouble was. I
informed him of my headache.
"No sweat, dude. I have some percodan out in the console of
the Jeep."
or kill me