I am a broken man.
Everyday I look at the mirror and see what I have become. A detective? What a laugh.
I've never been a detective, always and only a broken man.
I tipped my hat forward and straightened my coat more. It was time to get started, Jimes. That's my name:
Jimmy Jimes: Washington Cop.
Or J-man as my friends call me.
I grab my teddy bear, "Why". That's his name.
Why you may ask? An old buddy gave him the name, a buddy who betrayed me a long, long time ago. Jacob, they called him, or Lewis the Kid.
I grunted as I chewed my cigerate hole. I needed to get outta this damn town. Honey Town, they call it.
I chuckled.
Honey? No way in hell.
Hate this damn place.
There's always a stink in this place that I've hated ever since I entered Honey.
The moonlight leaked through the bullet holes in my shack, and I stroked my wispy black beard, deep in thought.
The reason I came here was cause of a murder. Murder of a sweet old lady named Lana Tilsey.
Lovely woman apparently, 70 yrs old, hobbled around in her little cottage up north. Nothing I could've done could've prevented that old goat's death.
No, this town is too much for me. Honey Town is too much for me.
There seems to be some form of evil in this town...one that I don't know...
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Hey guys, it's me, Oscar! Hope you like the story so far (^_^)
Love ya guys <3
~Oscar
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Broken
General FictionMeet Jimmy Jimes and his new venture to Honey Town. It isn't easy bein' a cop, lady, but sometimes, you gotta do a job right.
