It’s amazing how quickly your mind can work when said mind
has a better than 50/50 chance of being blown out the back of your skull within
48 hours.
I managed a complete inventory of how many favors I could
call in, cross-referencing that with just how big a pile of shit I was in and reaching
the conclusion that I was still aiming to be six feet under, all while driving
at top speed, avoiding both cops AND pursuers.
After the crash, a shootout and a knife battle, I gave up,
shanked a passer-by, grabbed her phone…
And dialled.
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