The Journey of an Ou

A dull, alcohol-laced voice crept from the doorway: "Slacking off again Don't you want your pay",Two months ago, one late night while I was driving to get supplies, I found this kid in his pajamas lying on the side of the road unconscious. I don't know what came over me, but my head got hot and I brought him back.,The menacing muzzle of the gun pointed straight at Jack's red, bloated nose. The old man immediately raised his hands in surrender.。