Oliver was an average man. he did what any average guy in a shit can of a town would do on New Years, he went to the closest bar to plaster himself to welcome the next “average” year. It didn’t take too long for him to reach that buzzed level, as almost a dozen shots of Devil’s Cut had him swaying from side to side, his speech slurred and a permanent look of chagrin branded on to his face. He goofily raised his arm to call for another shot. “ Heyy brooo lem-lemme git ano-nother!” The burly, sad looking bartender responded; “You’ve had enough pal, you’ve done this every year since I can remember.” A look of disappointment proceeded to wash over his face towards

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