Things To Do Before You Marry
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In my left hand is a near empty bottle of tequila. In my right hand is a tab of L.S.D. I swallow it down with the last of the tequila and make my way towards the entrance. In my suit pockets I have a water pistol and a plastic hand grenade. My intentions are to rob this bar.
My name is Max.
What the fuck am I doing here?
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