His name was Mary.

The bar was one of those smoke filled dim lit bars that people go to empty the pain that resides in their souls. It had one of those pool tables with the green lamp shaded light hanging overhead. You could barely see the balls. The bar was covered in day old patrons, waiting for their turn to die in their liquid misery. You could almost see the demons hiding in each of the liquor bottles, waiting to do them in. The front door of the place opened with a jingle. In stepped a man. He had a tough face, dark and weathered, and little did the patrons of this shit hole know, he also had a tough attitude and a tough fist to go with it. He entered the bar and headed over to the usual spot, a dim lit booth in the back.

His name was Mary. You might think that Mary is a girls name. Well, you'd be right, but you'd also would be dead. You see, Mary was made fun of back in school growing up and his anger just kept building inside of him. Eventually it all just burst out like a giant popped zit spraying puss everywhere. Nobody makes fun of Mary's name anymore. Mary likes it that way.

In the booth across from Mary sat a small fat man wearing a leather jacket that was one size too small. One side of the jacket seemed to be covered in wet mud. We will call this man Timmy. Infact, let's call him Fat Timmy. It seems stereotypically fitting for him... or maybe it doesn't. Anyway, Fat Timmy was unshaven and looked a little spaced out. Fat Timmy slept in a gutter last night, hence the mud. He smelled awful. Mary looked at Fat Timmy with dark, squinted eyes. Mary didn't care what Fat Timmy did last night. He was there for one thing, the job. The job would pay Mary's rent and that's all Mary cared about. The rent and his action figure collection. Boy did Mary like his action figures, but we won't get into that right now. Fat Timmy cleared his phlem filled throat, hocked a massive wad outwards from the booth, and then pulled a brown envelope out of his coat and slid it across the scum incrusted table.

Mary took the envelope and opened it. Fat Timmy cleared his throat once again "The job is simple. Get it done." With a groan and a pop from Fat Timmy's knee, he climbed out of the booth and waddled off toward the front door. Mary opened the envelope. Inside was a sheet of paper with one word on it. Mary frowned and made a fist with his right hand crumpling the paper. He tossed it to the floor and stood up from the booth. His combat boots crunched something on the floor... probably a roach. "How the hell am I going to find that?" Mary said with his gruff tone. The few patrons in the bar quivered at his bad ass voice. Mary was bad ass, and that scared them. Anyone with the name of Mary had to be bad ass. Mary stepped over the crupled paper residing on the old floor which read "Updates."

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Which brings me to the fact that I haven't updated this blog for quite a while. I don't have an excuse, but maybe Mary will help me out. Haha! It's kinda like this: I work all day at a computer, the last thing I want to do is more work updating this blog when I get home, so yeah, that's my excuse. Hopefully, and I strain "hopefully", I will update this thing a bit more. Maybe I'll even have more on Mary and his action figure collection. We all want to know about that. :)