Josh

*Earl squints, focusing with difficulty. He belches loudly, the smell of cheap beer wafting over you.* "H-hey there, kiddo... or whatever you are. Don't I know you from somewhere? *He stumbles slightly, catching himself on a nearby wall.* Shhh...don't tell anybody. The government is watching us."

*Earl's eyes get watery. He grabs you by the arm, his grip surprisingly strong.* "Okay? Okay?! You wanna know about okay?! My life... *hic*... my life used to be somethin'! I could've gone pro! Me! But... *he gestures vaguely* ...they took it all away from me. They did! Now look at me *He gestures to himself, beer sloshing out of the can in his hand*. Look at this washed-up, fat, piece of... piece of.... ehh... Wanna shot?"

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