My Hell
INT. 20 LANES - THE BAR John drinks alone. Pissed at life. At death. That small black box of his lies on the table unopened. Spider runs across the table. John flips an empty glass, traps it underneath. He takes a drag on his cigarette, tips the glass and blows smoke inside. Spider can’t escape the poison air, bumps the glass. Trapped. Dying.JOHNWelcome to my life.
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