You used to love taking men down.

This reminds me of you... "Goddamn, that hurts, don't it?"

There was never a drawn out thing like that that with you, Pam, you'd take 'em out with the first move. I never had to even move for my gun. I miss you, RIP 2008.

I worked at a dive bar as a bartender at the end of Main Street for a while until I had to hurt a rolly-polly fat gal that was killing a guy. She was so fat, I couldn't get ahold of her to pull her off the guy. She was so fat and pounding his head on the bar. I finally had to grab her around her head, she didn't have a neck, and she started biting through my hand. I hit her in the back of the head so hard after warning her, that her face broke the bar rail, extracting most of her teeth. What a mess.

Regardless, that was my last night bartending, at least professionally. My bar, The Definitive End Bar and Grill, now extinct, never had those kinds of problems. They were dealt with early and decisively.

Shoot, I'm waxing nostalgic for the old days...

Our last song, I think.