you push me, I don't have the strength to resist or control you
It was weird being back in the good old U-S of A sometimes. It felt like there should be more explosions and people shooting at him sometimes. Well, some of the time. Most of the time. All of the time.
But here he was, hanging outside his apartment back in good old Florida back in the good old USA, twiddling his thumbs and wondering why the hell Sully would do a heinous thing like shave his mustache.
And, uh. That was it.
Yeah, no wonder he was always out of the country. But it was a nice night, looking at the stars over the buildings. It was simple shit like that he'd come to appreciate over time. You know, enjoy the little things. So he sat in his usual shirt-and-jeans, fidgeting with his ring as he sat and... pondered. Or something.
But here he was, hanging outside his apartment back in good old Florida back in the good old USA, twiddling his thumbs and wondering why the hell Sully would do a heinous thing like shave his mustache.
And, uh. That was it.
Yeah, no wonder he was always out of the country. But it was a nice night, looking at the stars over the buildings. It was simple shit like that he'd come to appreciate over time. You know, enjoy the little things. So he sat in his usual shirt-and-jeans, fidgeting with his ring as he sat and... pondered. Or something.