The Greatest Story Ever Told…6

After many years as a drifter, I finally met my one and only friend. Jimmy.

We met and shared stories of hookers, tyrannical racist parents, and murdering. It seemed that Jimmy had the same zest for blood that I did.

While I was the cool, calm, collected one, Jimmy was reckless. Thus leading to the downfall of our friendship, and his life.


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