Geoff's story

“People say I should be a writer, you see.”
Geoff was sat on a wooden box, hunched over slightly. He'd spent his life working the mills. It gets that way.
He continued with his husky, slightly Italian voice.
“I…”
bombs were going of everywhere.
“I… I was always very good at telling stories. But I never wrote them down.
Something to do with the way the words formed, and it took to long to write, when my brain was working so quick”
Geoff was very old. The sort of age that 20 years previous would have earned him a place in the Guinness book of records. He still had a good heart beating in him and a pair of legs a race horse would be proud of.
“But I guess it was never to be. I’d always told the ladies I was a writer. They like the creative man”
Geoff had a cough that punctuated many sentences like coughs do in books and movies.
This was one of those moments
“… God damn cough! Don’t any of you, take up smoking you hear?”
He never smoked. He got the cough from the factory. Part of the redundancy package he'd always said. He was getting side tracked.
“Any ways. What I'm trying to say, is life is precious. No matter how much you live, every last second just means more than…”
The cough was not paying any more heed to his sentence structures.
“… more than…”
The cough really had no manners.
“ARGH”
A pile of phlegm neatly formed itself on the floor about a foot away from his size 13 loafers
“more than ever it could have done, when I was a young lad.”
That sentence was the fastest sentence he’d churned out for a long, long time. He had enough variation in tone alone to keep everyone interested. He was a truly great story teller.
“I don’t know anymore. I should have given more thought to the end. I know I could have made it better than this. Spending my last day in a rat infested shit hole talking to a bunch of no good dummies”

there was no response. Not a surprise really as he was actually in a manikin warehouse. He was just telling the story to pass the time.

“Damn it all to hell.
Why am I in this damn warehouse anyways”
Geoff promptly pulled a gun and shot himself.
For all who care it was a browning. He was a PT instructor in the army.