... and that was that! I had barely the time to kiss my beezy, grab my stash and cram my iron down my pants, and then they had set about shoving me out the bloody vault door!
And so my journey began...
I had a fist full of pills, a pocket full of shells, and a duffle crammed with goodies.
248 injections of morphine, 28 snorts of coke, more E than you could shake a stick at, some narly mushies, thousands of 5.56, 9 and 10mm, and two handfuls of Clonazepam, jet, methadone and dmt later, I stood before her: the mighty city of rivet, that rusty ol' shitebucket on the sea.
But somewhere in there, there lies a story...