Staring into the crowd, towards the back of the lounge, spotting the deadbeat, who always lets her down. Voice of an angel, heart of gold. So broken now, she just feels old. Her man is a menace, grifter by trade. Silver tongued, rambler. Without any shame. Looking into her eyes, repeating his lies……She finally realized, something has to be done. Reaching into her purse, pulling out her gun. She grins and aims, pulls the trigger and blows out his brains…………..