The whiskey wasn’t enough to get rid of that horrible taste Jacob Syre had in his mouth. He was shaken, tired and bleeding but he was still alive. Cheers to that. He took a second swallow; much larger than the first.
A deep breath and a long sigh. He was calming down. Now he was looking to the ground, the spot where he had just thrown up. He wiped his mouth with the dirty dirty rag that he kept tucked into ...Continue Reading →