An Iraq War veteran suffering from PTSD becomes convinced that the federal government is setting him up as the fall-guy in a soon-to-be domestic terrorist attack.
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I know I'm supposed to come back some how. Come back to... living. But come back how? Sell car stereos for some big box retailer that was bought by some bank that was bought by the government. Put on my blue shit. Spend all my money on 4 dollar coffees at Fuckubucks until I'm comatose. You come back to nothing.