She cries alone at night too often…

He smokes and drinks and don’t come home at all…

“So what are you gonna do?”

Jimmy watched Ben line up another shot at the pool table. “I think I’m gonna talk to her.”

Kreiger studied Jimmy as the sat at the bar. “You know how he gets when he’s drunk. Are you sure you want to go down that road?”

Jimmy took another sip of his beer. He couldn’t deny his feelings, not for as long as he did. The music on the jukebox didn’t help either. “Yeah, I think I do.”

Kreiger turned back to his drink. “Your funeral.”

Opening lyrics by Alice Cooper, Only Women Bleed.

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