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"You're such a killjoy," Steve bristled as sirens wailed across the still town

"You know, You're gay You always think about gay things like a white Christ to take you hoet drunk?"

"I'ot now?" Steve Lucas questioned

"JD's, here we coh-fivedmy current Shannie dra with the radio

"Don't ht," I stared into the darkness "I don't want to hear a word about either of the about," Steve joshed

"I just wanna get my mind off of 'em, if you knohat I mean"

"JD's, bar sluts, here we come Joke em if they can't take a fuck" Steve ra up I need to be beaten with a stick I'm such a dumb ass Fuck irlfriend gives her girlfriend the boot, she will beat you with a stick"

"Didn't I ask you not to bring it up? Jesus Christ, I ask you to do ed He al fire truck

"Watch out!" I curled into a ball in the front seat I relived my accident My heart pounded I lost my breath

Steve tapped the brakes The fire truck bolted around us and continued its way

"Jesus, how can you not see a fire truck?"

"You know, you nag just like a woh oh," Steve continued "Looks like we ain't going to JD's"

The lower section of Main Street ith eet ha bar burns down"

"There's always Giorgio's," Steve said

"Screw that place" I thought of old Luther, the freaky bartender

"It ain't the bar, it's an accident"

"Well, at least we can still drink," I tried to anized chaos before us

"Oh et a car, I'd hate to deal with that mess," Steve said