hey, my name is Bill and im and im an alcoholic, so anyway playing red dead redemption, got out of my skull in armadillo, stumbled out into the street and turned the corner down into the alley by the saloon, i slumped up against the outside wall of the saloon for a stint, shuffled up down it, hoisting myself up against the building, before quickly becoming reacquainted with the floor at the opposite end of the alley, i began to hear a screaming, a woman screaming, a man answered her, shouting, i rolled my head around and looked over to the other side of the ranch, i could see a mess of yellow fabric and pale white skin darting around behind two fences, i realised what it was, a poor terrified girl struggling against a man with the most wicked of intentions.
I knew i had to do something, i reached for my gun... damn, i'd stumbled and landed on my right arm, i went to get up, nothing, my legs full of whisky, they were somebody elses, a second surge of outrage overwhelmed me as my brain struggled to send messages to the heap i'd become, completely immobilised from the drink- shame surrounded me, i could hear her screaming for someone to help, for someone to be the person she needed them to be, i knew what that bastard wanted from her, he continued his attack, so certain, but i remained, i continued to try to get up, but i laid there, unable to stop him, unable to help her, at the end of a long fateful ass binge.
The barman had taken the glass away from me, walked away, i dunno how many times, but i kept beckoning him back, probably afraid i'd shoot him, that's right, so quick to pass judgement on something i dont agree with, so trigger happy, so eager to change things i didn't agree with by pulling back the hammer, and there i was, unable to stop that girls murder, i saw the blood shoot up and the screaming stopped, he snarled something final and slowly stood up, fled. i stayed there, unable to put together what i'd seen, what he'd done, what i'd done. when the power to move finally came back to me, i got up and turned down facing the sunlit street of armadillo, i turned, couldn't stand the the thought of looking into another persons eyes after that, full of dread i climbed a horse and rode it west, left town for a few days, stayed off the roads, found a cliff top, did a lot of thinking then i skinned a horse and a dog.
I knew i had to do something, i reached for my gun... damn, i'd stumbled and landed on my right arm, i went to get up, nothing, my legs full of whisky, they were somebody elses, a second surge of outrage overwhelmed me as my brain struggled to send messages to the heap i'd become, completely immobilised from the drink- shame surrounded me, i could hear her screaming for someone to help, for someone to be the person she needed them to be, i knew what that bastard wanted from her, he continued his attack, so certain, but i remained, i continued to try to get up, but i laid there, unable to stop him, unable to help her, at the end of a long fateful ass binge.
The barman had taken the glass away from me, walked away, i dunno how many times, but i kept beckoning him back, probably afraid i'd shoot him, that's right, so quick to pass judgement on something i dont agree with, so trigger happy, so eager to change things i didn't agree with by pulling back the hammer, and there i was, unable to stop that girls murder, i saw the blood shoot up and the screaming stopped, he snarled something final and slowly stood up, fled. i stayed there, unable to put together what i'd seen, what he'd done, what i'd done. when the power to move finally came back to me, i got up and turned down facing the sunlit street of armadillo, i turned, couldn't stand the the thought of looking into another persons eyes after that, full of dread i climbed a horse and rode it west, left town for a few days, stayed off the roads, found a cliff top, did a lot of thinking then i skinned a horse and a dog.