When Tallahassee and Columbus got home, they brought a chick with them – Madison. She’d been getting on your nerves for days. You finally pointed the gun at her.

“Hey, hey, calm down!” Columbus said in alarm.

Tallahassee just held her head, letting you shoot her – she was getting on his nerves too.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Columbus snapped.

You and Madison had been talking for days. Tallahassee even made a bet with you in Little Rock that one day he would actually kill you. You made it clear that you weren’t happy about it – unlike Wichita, who couldn’t stand it either, but at least she kept quiet.