Running Paranoid — Kenneth Guthrie

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Insomnia 1: Running Paranoid
Insomnia only wanted to buy some drugs. Unfortunately, the Mafia doesn't care about that. Add three S&M freaks to the already muddled mix and you have a recipe for pain. Insomnia finds himself the star of the show in a video that may just end his life. Will he find a way to avoid stardom? "This book is high action comedy where the paddles never stop and the thrills just keep coming... A must read!"

Sample Content:

About 3000 words.

Insomnia ignored him and pushed inside. He started searching among the empty boxes of noodles on the kitchen table. After a minute he gave up.
"Ok, where are the drugs?"
Biscuit brought his fat [Censored] body in from the entrance way.
"You need drugs?" he said slowly.
"Yes," Insomnia said in frustration.
He looked Biscuit over, "And it looks like you need some too. What the [Censored] did you take to get like that anyway?"
Biscuit's eyes rolled around in a circle.
"Nothing special. They use it on horses to calm them down. It makes me feel..." Biscuit gave him a confused look. "Oh yeah... calm."
Insomnia watched Biscuit sit down. He was starting to get [Censored]. He'd used up his stash days ago and he had been relying on other people to supply him. He went back to hunting. Where did this [Censored] put his gear?
He found a bottle of pills. He read the label. It was the same stuff that Biscuit was on now. He took a pill out and popped it in his mouth before swallowing. Maybe it would help chill him out.
He immediately felt more relaxed. It was like floating.
"[Censored], Bis. This [Censored] is good."
Things started to shift a bit. He was feeling good again. Maybe he could just relax a bit with Biscuit. The couch did look comfortable. He sat down to relax. This would be nice.