chapter 19

I met Carl in this bar, we got talking for a while. He told me I was annoying from virtually as soon as i arrived and had been doin so for aslong as he could remember. 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. im goddam mental i swear!!