Forty
Japanese Whisky
For the first time since I’ve been here, I’m grateful for this ridiculous gorilla-size key chain.
Because it opens all the doors on Main Street.
Including the Tipping Point, our general store.
And since Stanley is still ensconced in the hatefest back at town hall, I will just help myself to whatever is in here because I am done playing nice.
Tonight, what I need includes this cloth tote and this cloth tote and these four bottles of wine and that bottle of gin and that two-liter jug of mixer and that bottle of Japanese whisky he said he didn’t carry but clearly he was lying so f**k that guy, I’m taking the whisky.
I close the door behind me, but just barely. What do I care if the settlers pillage his store? They certainly don’t seem to have a problem pillaging m
