Short Story – Just another evening in sin city

There were people trying to kill me today, pelting stones and sticks while I drove off. I ran over a couple of them. Drove like a maniac. Reached the pub and had few ‘on-the-rocks’. It was a long day at work…

Oh Fuck! maybe it was the other way round!

Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction. Not to be taken literally or too seriously.

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