forty-one beers

[shutupsammy]

I quit. I'm giving up gambling*. Never again. I'm serious.

And I have no damn cash left anywhere on my body or in my mattress or laying in the couch cushions so if someone looking for a charity case would be so kind as to buy me a burger until payday? That'd be awesome.

*This doesn't mean I'm giving up playing. Just not for money. End of story.

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[shutupsammy]

That's not what I'm asking.

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[shutupsammy]

Sam, I'll be honest. I don't know what to expect from you anymore. Period.

You've been...different. Since I came back. And it's been worse lately.

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[shutupsammy]

If I'm giving you a hard time, Sam, it's because somebody needs to and I'm all you've got.

What I'm talking about is more than just a hunter at his wit's end.

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[shutupsammy]

Yeah, I think you do. And mouthing off to me, saying you don't like that when all I'm trying to do is get to the bottom of shit, that's just proof.

I have nothing to accuse you of. I just think you're spending too much time around the wrong person.

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[shutupsammy]

You're lying. I know it-- I know you. I can taste it. I just can't figure out what about.

I used to be able to talk to you for hours. Now we can't stand to be in the same room with each other. And the problem isn't dad anymore. So what?

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[shutupsammy]

Do I have a reason to trust you, Sam?

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[shutupsammy]

I know you.

This could be over if you'd just come clean with me.

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[shutupsammy]

Sometimes people don't need acceptance.

Sometimes what they need is a good, swift kick.