Strong Liquor, Red Lips, and a Quick-Draw Gun

I originally wrote this book for someone. I'm not good with words, and I have no other talents. All I can do is put words on a page. I can't give her what she wants, and I don't have anything else to give her. I once wondered what I could give her if we were together. I... have nothing at all! Reality crushed me, so I became humble. But everyone leaves something behind in life. This is another life, in another world.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.