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When everything is finished up, I decide to take one last spin down the Strip I want to catch a gliet photos in my head of the places where I fucked around as Aces I was acting a part then that I kno I never really was It ain’t all bad, though Actually, it feels daood

I stop at a light by Caesars and look in my mirror to see a truck with blacked-out s, and the fucker is so close I can alht, same shit

It’s getting under ht to head out of town and Shitbag is still there

Letting ht ahead turns red I stop on a diain—and he ain’t slowing down I look at the light, still red, and then at the cars coo

I brace ht before the collision ofhis tires and literally cli whoever it is, they are pushingfucking tight

When I hear the rearsonna stop, so I open the door to get the fuck out As I do, the driver’s side to the truck opens, and who is it?

Monte fucking Ti a tire iron in his hand

While he co lot of the Quickie Mart on the corner

“You fucking kidding me, man?” I yell at him

“I decided you don’t get my kid! She owes me”

“The kid doesn’t owe you jack!” I juot? My oldharder than that”

He swings again, and I duck, the swipe too fucking close for co from the convenience store One runs over to us and the other to their car I hear the, but don’t pay attention to the words they are saying outside of the word “Stop!”

“You owe ain, and I let it connect with my side

Nu numb to pain

“Cootta have ht, you don’t A woman like Hailey wouldn’t have left if she were satisfied”

A swing, a connection, and I a