Its hard to not be nervous when your mouth is spread wide and the wide open end of a shotgun is fixed rather comfortably atop your tongue. It waits premeditated and patient on your feeble finger attached to one overflowing mind. The sweat has already begun to pour. The room has already been cleaned, as clean as you always have it, daily, daily, daily, daily, daily, today, yet without routine. Last time you tried to bridge the breaking point and the next level- you fucked it up, drowning one shy. Yea, the gun is a bit messy but hopefully the landlord will find you. She doesn't know you personally. She just wants her money... detrimental I gue