Rain Of Terror

Inch of rain like an inch a day inching closer to either salvation or damnation depending on what shoes you have on. New boots, bring the big puddles.

Loaded sidearm inch from my face, I’ll run until I know it’s real, then you get all the money, drawer and all. Holidays have some backed against a wall until they come in out of the rain with a gun and a getaway car.

Truly no way for a bartender to start his night, regardless of boots. Truly.