User:Offlinepk86

21/m/il/usa

"So one night the Vigilante turns up for work in cowboy boots and a black vest with a hunka tin on it and a lariat slung over his shoulder. So I says 'What's with you? You wig already?' He just looks at me and says 'fill your hand stranger' and hauls out an old rusty six shooter and I take off across Lincoln Park, bullets cutting all around me."