Andrew sat pondering sipping on his whiskey.
"It seems like every time I try to go out and do something for
myself I either get my face bashed in or I have to take bullets
outta someone", he thought to himself.
"Okay, tomorrow I'm finding somewhere else to be, if anyone get's
hurt they can fix it 'em selves", Andrew continued thinking to
himself.
He took a large gulp of the whiskey, "No, no, don't think like
that", he argued with himself in his head.
Andrew watched him as he went outside, taking another swig.
"Watch this, he'll get shot and they all come running to me...",
Andrew thought to himself again.