Nonfatal Shooting

The hospital diagnosed me with depression, but I always felt like I was faking it.

Until one day, I got a gun and pointed it at my temple… Faking it? Why not find out?

Bang!

I fell to the ground.

Two hours later, I woke up feeling perfectly fine and stared blankly at the gun in my hand.

Damn it, this gun can’t kill anyone!

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At a barbershop on the street, I dyed my hair blue for as little money as possible.

To go with this refreshing new color, I decided to visit a city by the sea.