The Milkman
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Myself
Fuck... sitting here, bleeding out. Grenade hit me. But... as I lie here, starin' up at the smog in the sky - I'm wonderin': maybe I deserve it. Gotta admit though, as much as I told myself I wanted to die, I'm- I'm scared. Didn’t even get to see Darinka one last time, I... Fuck...
- Day one in City Twenty-four, I see they legalized certain drugs. And I ain't one to miss out on an opportunity, so now I got some sunshine vodka to have fun with... or sell. Now they just need to legalize weed.
- The CWU thinks locking their fridge to keep me out will work? Heh... oh, not even close, you dumb bastards. I'll get to your goodies again, mark my words. (And the CMU's too)
So,
get this, Slum sweep. Four-man PT. We search every citizen, and one of these citizens happens to have two cans of Speed on him. Naturally, the man doesn't need two of the damn things, so I 'borrow' one for the road. Imagine my surprise when ten minutes later one of the captains comes in talkin' about how a unit stole speed off a citizen (and somehow missed the speed in my pocket). No way some rando slum dweller got ahold of a captain that fast. Somethin's up with that guy.
get this, Slum sweep. Four-man PT. We search every citizen, and one of these citizens happens to have two cans of Speed on him. Naturally, the man doesn't need two of the damn things, so I 'borrow' one for the road. Imagine my surprise when ten minutes later one of the captains comes in talkin' about how a unit stole speed off a citizen (and somehow missed the speed in my pocket). No way some rando slum dweller got ahold of a captain that fast. Somethin's up with that guy.
So, today, I walked into the Pint to see who I could fuck with, and I saw that weirdo owner and her pet vort high on somethin'. Naturally, I want a part of this and ask to see what the hell they've got. The vort hands me this 'cream treat'. So of course, I eat it without hesitation only to find that it indeed had some sort of drugs in it. So here I am, feeling faster than the speed of light while one of the captains is like "SHOVE THAT BIOTIC IN A BATTERY!" Of course, orders are orders, so we eventually come back to find the thing (of which I managed to mooch another one of those treats from him) and bring his ass in. Sorry not sorry, you goofy-looking alien.
Yet again I had a little bit of a run-in with that blondie that runs the CMU. I was messing with her, told her to stock the fridge more. In hindsight, maybe I shouldn't have revealed that I knew the combination, but now it seems to be a bit of a challenge on whether I can get the combination to the fridge's lock again. Anything beats patrolling. You're on, woman.
ALRIGHT,
THAT BLONDE BITCH THAT RUNS THE CMU FUCKING TRIED TO RAT ME OUT.
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A CHALLENGE AND NOW YOU'RE CHEATING, YOU SNITCH!?
I should kick your ass..!- Wait, no... I'll kick your husband's ass instead.
THAT BLONDE BITCH THAT RUNS THE CMU FUCKING TRIED TO RAT ME OUT.
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A CHALLENGE AND NOW YOU'RE CHEATING, YOU SNITCH!?
I should kick your ass..!- Wait, no... I'll kick your husband's ass instead.
So, they held some kangaroo court for that lady who ran the CMU. Her witnesses went and incriminated themselves during their testimony. One of them, Tommy Towers... or whatever his name was, tried to fucking rat on me by saying my TAGLINE AND RANK in court - tryna tell them how I made a vort re-educate him. Well jokes on him, 'cause now he's dead. So is the CMU director chick, shot in the head with a shotgun. Two loose ends tied up AND a new guitar!.. Now I just need to learn how to play it (or pawn it).
Today, I died. Not with a big, epic battle that I hoped - but with a whimper while I lied in the mud. God-fucking damnit.
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