You never forget a face. A his truck is so customized that you can't miss it. You sell everything you have to get a really nifty hand gun and some training. You and your hand gun have conceal carry and you haunt the red neck bars all over. You finally see him. He is whooping it up in the corner with a couple fat bitches. Your going to kill him. But you are shaking so hard it feels like you fall over when you try to walk. You squeak out a tiny insult at the man as you draw the gun. He looks at you all sweaty and serious. You can't say nothing. Your hand is shaking all over the place. He sizes you up. He thinks you are a coward and he can just pull his gun and shoot you to death on the spot. He draws. You get one shot off that hits the fat bitch on his right in the shoulder. He puts two rounds into your chest and you die a few minutes after that.
The end