Mama, I don’t feel well mama.

Left. Right. Left.

Christ on a crutch mama, they shot me in the back again.

Everything hurts Doc got any more magic pills, grunt super candy Doc.

Pete!

Pete buddy when did you get here?

Oh look Brin, my good buddy Brin.

“Brin have son?”, Pete asked.

“Yes, sure Brin have sons. I told you we can trade.”

My words still wouldn’t come out straight, those fucking mortars were still thumping all around.

“My sister, she take care of you. She good?” Pete asked.

I looked around with foggy vision. Oh, that’s why Doc was so much prettier.

“Yes, she is very good”, I slurred out.

“Thank you, good trade.” Pete stated and left.

The magic pills were working again, Doc gave me some more hootch and Buggy grinned at me from the corner of the room.

What was Buggy doing here?

I slept.