He gave Ḫuwawa's first aura to the fields.
Carnival living lot, evening, wednesday
1. No fucking point in tryin' to barge in on Management, cause there's always some fucker who'll stop you "for your own good". Yeah, cheers for that.
2. Tryin' to walk outta town and gettin' nowhere once is kinda weird. Tryin' to do it three times and still bein' stuck lookin' at the same shit is takin' the piss.
3. Mr Ojiisan has a hot granddaughter (totally relevant) who takes notes for him at the library.
4. Will is not afraid to pick a person up under his arm "for their own good". God damn, people. Maybe I was kinda hammered that time.
5. Wore one of my boots out.
6. Pretty good weed out at the Linnet farm south of here. Spent a good afternoon down there talkin' and smokin' with the old guy that owns it. Good peaches too.
Pop use to make lists. On a boat, there's so much shit needs doin' there's hardly much point in sittin' down to shit. Least, that's what he'd say. Spend mosta my shift makin' lists in this old notebook I got in town. Like bein' on the road, kinda. Always somethin' else to remember. Used to remember all kindsa shit recitin' it while I was walkin'. None of it stuck though, heh. Not too bad an evening.
Fuck it, let's make it four.
"Hey Will!" Bang on the door to his trailer. Could go in, but shit, not in an indoor mood. "Will, you in there? Goin' out, you want to come?" Figure he'll either be fucked after a day of workin' too hard, or maybe... maybe he'll feel like openin' that fuckin' mouth of his an' heavenly light'll spill from the sky and angels'll be singin' and all that shit. Nothin' gets you talkin' like the road.
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1. No fucking point in tryin' to barge in on Management, cause there's always some fucker who'll stop you "for your own good". Yeah, cheers for that.
2. Tryin' to walk outta town and gettin' nowhere once is kinda weird. Tryin' to do it three times and still bein' stuck lookin' at the same shit is takin' the piss.
3. Mr Ojiisan has a hot granddaughter (totally relevant) who takes notes for him at the library.
4. Will is not afraid to pick a person up under his arm "for their own good". God damn, people. Maybe I was kinda hammered that time.
5. Wore one of my boots out.
6. Pretty good weed out at the Linnet farm south of here. Spent a good afternoon down there talkin' and smokin' with the old guy that owns it. Good peaches too.
Pop use to make lists. On a boat, there's so much shit needs doin' there's hardly much point in sittin' down to shit. Least, that's what he'd say. Spend mosta my shift makin' lists in this old notebook I got in town. Like bein' on the road, kinda. Always somethin' else to remember. Used to remember all kindsa shit recitin' it while I was walkin'. None of it stuck though, heh. Not too bad an evening.
Fuck it, let's make it four.
"Hey Will!" Bang on the door to his trailer. Could go in, but shit, not in an indoor mood. "Will, you in there? Goin' out, you want to come?" Figure he'll either be fucked after a day of workin' too hard, or maybe... maybe he'll feel like openin' that fuckin' mouth of his an' heavenly light'll spill from the sky and angels'll be singin' and all that shit. Nothin' gets you talkin' like the road.
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