Bill relocated to a quiet town nestled by the mountains, far from the chaos. He rented a modest cabin, hoping the tranquility of nature would help ease his troubled soul. It wasn't much but it would do. It sure as hell was better than sleeping on a dirty mattress back in the clubhouse. The next plan of action was to get a job but all Bill knew was busting skulls and fixing hogs. So the latter became an obvious choice. And so with a few rocky months, Bill's bussiness started to take off. It was a long, tedious journey but it paid off when eventually Bill had enough money to purchase his own property. "About god damn time." Bill muttered. |