Old JJD

JT

Sometimes going to the ends of the earth for someone just isn't worth it. You'd do it anyway. Especially because it doesn't take you long to get there.
"I'm not gonna tell you again, old man. Get the <i>fuck </i>out of my bar!" The irritated man spits in your face, but you just sit there, slowly taking in your surroundings. You hear the click of the music box sliding another record into place. You finish sipping your coffee.
There are five men, all armed. Everyone else in the bar seems on edge, like they're just gonna book it out of here as fast as they can. They're on edge because they know who you are. They know this may get messy.
Teach these punks a lesson in manners.
The fight's not worth it.