His name was Joe, he was fresh out of college and came right out of nowhere, moved cross-country for the job, and could no longer afford his hotel. I barely knew him but I took him into my apartment, where I was living with my girlfriend.
We spent most of our time drinking, watching football, talking about work. This went on for months and months.
One day, I decided to propose to my girlfriend. Late one night I snuck into her room, and saw Joe forcing himself onto her. She was tied and gagged, and I went apeshit. I shoved him off of her and punched him straight in the eye, I'm no doctor but I know it will never heal right. He throws me down and I clammer for the dresser, and I pull out the handgun I keep in my sock drawer. My girlfriend leapt from the bed, screamed that she couldn't take it anymore, and said we were over. In the confusion, Joe dashed out of the apartment and I haven't seen him since.
I don't know where he went, or why he did this, but all I do know is, hadn't it been for cotton eye Joe, I'd been married a long time ago. Where did you come from? Where did you go? Where did you come from, Cotton Eye Joe?
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