behnnie
Not this again. Look, I don't want to talk about it. It was years ago and - look. Look. It was just as much my own fault. I could've, you know, I could've taken it, too. I could've done... something. Done more. They kept it from me, sure. I guess. But I could've, you know - I could've tried. I could've gone. Couldn't I? Couldn't I?
Driving into the mountain, nailing the turn of the wheel over and over and over again. Pounding the pavement. Laying down tracks across here, over to there, beyond this and that and the other. Driving into the mountain, into the sunset, into the wind and sky and open plains. Driving in the spikes, let's tie this long road down.
Sometimes I wish things like this didn't "die," you know? Like - I wish they just got all gathered up into a single place, where everyone could go - for free, for easy, for all time - if they wanted them back. Where's Reg? Dude. He's over in Disco. Yeah yeah.