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Stu woke up with a pain in his leg that wouldn't go away. He wished he had some Vicodin, or at least some Wild Turkey. He was sick of this fucking island, sick of sleeping on the damned ground, and sick of pussyfootin' around with Jane. Bein' a man around here sucked hind tit, and talking like a goddamned hick was getting on his nerves, too.
He wished he had a cigarette. Shoulda never given up smoking for Frannie...not when the bitch just up and died on him anyhow. He didn't ever really think about how much he resented her for dragging him of to BFE, or Maine, as she liked to call it. Stupid kids always runnign around, and Abigail wasn't even his. He didn't even honestly have to care about the brat...but he did. Would have done anything for her. Stupid.
Stupid kids, stupid America, stupid fuckin' island. He was sick to death of not having beef. What the hell kind of place didn't have cows? A good, thick steak and some eggs and grits. Yep, not gettin' any of that around here. Not getting much of anything. Maybe it was time to fix that.
Stu picked up his cane that he'd made and started off for the Compound. First stop, the clinic. That crotchety old cripple of a doctor had better fix him up. Tylenol was a goddamned joke. Then maybe some food and off to find Jane. It was about time for her to stop being a tease
[catch him limping to the complex if you like]
He wished he had a cigarette. Shoulda never given up smoking for Frannie...not when the bitch just up and died on him anyhow. He didn't ever really think about how much he resented her for dragging him of to BFE, or Maine, as she liked to call it. Stupid kids always runnign around, and Abigail wasn't even his. He didn't even honestly have to care about the brat...but he did. Would have done anything for her. Stupid.
Stupid kids, stupid America, stupid fuckin' island. He was sick to death of not having beef. What the hell kind of place didn't have cows? A good, thick steak and some eggs and grits. Yep, not gettin' any of that around here. Not getting much of anything. Maybe it was time to fix that.
Stu picked up his cane that he'd made and started off for the Compound. First stop, the clinic. That crotchety old cripple of a doctor had better fix him up. Tylenol was a goddamned joke. Then maybe some food and off to find Jane. It was about time for her to stop being a tease
[catch him limping to the complex if you like]