Al Gundy and the Salt
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"I've never been more tired of the desert than I am now."
Al Gundy slammed his fist on the bar, making the bartender jump, though the bartender himself was a large and strong man who didn't seem to be the jumping type. The bartender, a man known simply as Salt, quickly regained his composure and continued his task of wiping down the bar. Between the tos and fros of his rag, he gave Al a glare.
"Damn, Gundy, next time warn me before you go all nuts on me," Salt muttered. "I'd make sure the sheriff was standing nearby in case you needed a place to stay for the night."
Al looked up from his glass. "Hmm?"
"And stop doing that!" Salt threw the dirty rag onto Al's face. "I hate talking to myself, Gundy. I don't want to appear as crazy as you."
Al returned his gaze to the glass, which was filled ...
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