he sat in his window hidden by the reflected glow of the neon sign that hung from the second story of the methadone clinic across the street flashing "Jesus Saves". he was watching the whores apply their trade in the street bellow and from what he could tell business was good. the thought of moving had crossed his mind more than once but he had a plan and for it to work this is where he needed to be.
he walked to his kitchen table and picked up the cold blue steel that would be his partner. in the bathroom he smeared black grease paint across his eyes, this would be his war paint. finally he put on his hooded sweatshirt and his ski-mask now he was ready to start, he was going to shake this town to its very core if thats what it took he was going to shake it until it woke up and saw the rot that was consuming it.
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