>>4150754same, but after 24 hours shit starts to feel like an acid trip, only I so badly want something to sleep on
my favorite paragraph from it, still not done yet. it's about this farmhand whose goat ended up missing:
He slid the top drawer open and tossed the bedsheets aside. There he made another headcount. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve bullets. He loaded six into the revolver and pocketed the rest. Paco was about to leave, but he forgot to test the thing. He unloaded the gun, and hesitated as he pulled the hammer back. He pointed at the jar by the door and pulled the trigger.
