You and Maggie hit the local dive and its three pitchers of beer. She only downs about a half pitch. You have a good buzz on and you are full of fury. That fucking cashier made you fill like a little bitch. You drive right back over there. Dude is just finishing his shift. He found you so little of a threat that he didn't even call the cops. Your just another story to tell his friends as they toke up after work. But this time you walk in. He smiles smugly when he sees you holding that gun. But then everything above his smile disappears in a red gout. You and Maggie rob the register for a couple hundred plus change. Search dude's corpse finding a dime back of White widow brand reefer and another sixty seven bucks in his wallet. Your out of there. You and Mags get a bottle of scotch and a motel. Plus Maggie already has some opiate pills in her purse. Its a great binge of drinking pills and sex. The best time you had since the last time you were arrested ending up in jail.