I didn't want to do it, really. Jimbo was fooling around at the register and the clerk was eying us nervously. Next thing I know I'm holding the gun while Jimbo vaults the counter. He's crazed and scared and mad and his voice is shaking and the clerk is pissing himself and I know this is gonna end bad. I'm waving the gun like a toy and I get this weird feeling in my gut and my head starts to sing and I feel anger well up and my vision narrows and I'm yelling too now and the guy is just no help, y'know? I never even hear the door open through all the shit and then I'm on my back looking up at the smokes rack and the Icee machine and my chest feels funny and it's all red on my shirt and I'm fucked. I didn't even want to do it, you know?

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