...he was letting me into some amazing secret.
The old codger never mind him.
Beyond that the plan was still to be executed just like him, he deserved it for all those years of pain, of putting up with his drunkeness day in day out. But i have bigger fish to fry, but for some reason everything seemed to come down to him as if my hatred for him was some sort of focus in my life.
It wasn't even 11 and he was on his 3rd bottle of moonshine, and still old glory sang on. I started sweeping up, the floor was pocketed...