Dear Diary, Today as usual, I was looking for my goddamned, son- of- a- bitch wife. As I normally do, I suspected one of them lousy, good-for nothing ranch workers. I forced my way into the bunkhouse demanding to see were everyone was, checking under all the beds for that tart as well and found that Slim missing from the bunkhouse. "Yes!" I thought, time to bust the bastard's goddamn ass! So I ran quietly …showed first 75 words of 348 total…

…showed last 75 words of 348 total…him right there and then, should have, but my hands are too important to me. Losing my only weapon in life, my only drug and comfort. Its not easy being short unless you got a weapon. Well, went to the hospital and they bandaged it up good, cant get him can-ed though. God- damn punk Slim. Have to tell my old man I got my hand stuck in a machine. <Tab/>