The Journey of an Ou

His portly belly strained against his soiled, floral-patterned shirt, while his face was covered in a tangle of white whiskers like tangled electrical wires. His sparse hair, barely enough to count on one hand, failed to conceal his shiny scalp. Coupled with his textbook-perfect beer gut, this short, stout old man's first impression wasn't exactly charming.,Although he remained dazed for a long time after waking up, I have to admit the kid has some real strength. Taking advantage of his status as my savior, and with free room and board plus a low salary, I hired this amnesiac kid without signing any contract. I gave him all the odd jobs in the shop.,These three guys held their guns very steady, seeming to have done this sort of thing before. And they weren't wearing masks, clearly not intending to leave any witnesses alive.。