“Yup. There he sat. All tense like. His wife by his side.” Some spit emitted from the cracked lips of the old timer.
“N then from behind some man sneaked up and shot the man in the head. Imagine, I know the show was bad but that man up and shot that seated man a right n the head.”
“Who are you old man?” A whipper snapper queried.
“Ha! I’m just an actor. I a had to be here as shooting a president in the head had to be a blamed on someone. Yessir, John Wilkes Booth, horrible actor. Great Pasty though. An illusion created just to…
“Shot a president? Were you there? What’s your name?” Ah, the folly of youth.
“Uh. Well now. Yessir. Shot in the head. John Wilkes Booth. My name is… John.
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