The mime was walking down the street one day, not pulling in a very large load. The children enjoyed his little act, but children don't have a lot of money. He decided to get a drink at the bar. He opened the back door and stepped inside. The only problem was that there was a hole in the ground where he walked.
Earlier that day- Thunder Punch Patrick, the old Irish boxing champ, was walking to his favorite place, the bar. When he got there, the front door was locked. He went around to the backside entrance and opened the door. When he got inside, nobody was there, and the owner had hung himself.
When the boxer saw the owner's legs dangling he first screamed, but then was taken over by his instinct rage. He yelled a few profanities and punched the floor under his feet. The floorboards cracked and he fell through.
Later that day: Annie had a hard life. She was the lovechild of the pastor of the local Catholic Church. After seeing her born, he immediately gave full responsibility to the whore whom he had fucked. She was a terrible mother, and she didn't offer any help or support to her daughter, and her father couldn't do much with his minimal spending money.
One day she could take her shit life no longer. She ran away. She was 18, with a handgun, a bullet, some cash, and a fake I.D. Her possibilities were limitless. First off she ran to a bar through back alleys. When she got to the back door, she opened it up to nothing but air to walk on. She tumbled through the air and landed with a Smack!
She got up to see a particularly handsome man holding a candle. The light it was giving off made his painted white face and rough brown hair dreamy. Next to him was a man in his 50s or 60s with graying red hair and a profound roughness about him. Even in his old age, he was very muscular and hero-like.
