Now that you're here, 'care to explain all that dodgy, criminal underworld shit you've got yourself into? ... and WTF happened between you and the deceased sister? What did you do?
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Normally I would brush such a question aside, but I’ll humor you since you’re not the MC.
I won’t disclose the full nature of my criminal activities. That would be stupid. But know this.
I fucking loved that woman.
Sure, I still fuck her sisters after all these years, but they were nothing but side hoes.
She fell for me in ‘95.
Hot summer nights, mid July, when her and I were forever wild.
The crazy days, Rosewood lights. The way I’d play with her like a child.
Hot summer days, rock and roll. The way I’d play for her at my show.
And all the ways she got to know, my pretty face and electric soul.
We loved each other. But fate had other plans for us.
She always sat in the front seat. That spot is forever reserved for her.
I turned to the bottle after the night she died. Cried my heart out to it. What else can a man do in those circumstances?
What did I get for serving my country? Got kicked out of the force.
You think a PE teacher makes a lot? I have responsabilities. Kate depends on me. Where do you think the money we run this camp with comes from?
It wouldn’t fucking exist without me.