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Jul 2016
Looking down the barrel of a loaded gun, I turn the whiskey bottle up and put it to my lips. One more drink and that might be enough courage. One more sip and it might do the trick. I spin the cylinder and listen to it click shut. One bullet one pull, that is all it could take. Looking down the barrel of a gun, I pick up the bottle and take one more sip. Perhaps this is enough courage to do it, I **** the hammer and then wait for the click. All goes black, did it work or not?
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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