After cleaning his trailer almost top to bottom (not as well as it could've been, and it still smells, vaguely, like old man; the kind of smell he never figured would be following him around) all that was left for Jackson to do was wait, sitting in a chair pulled up to the window of his trailer facing the road and watching for any kind of car he ( Read more... )

That busted hip of yours makes getting around hard, and cleaning up is even harder on you now, and it ain't like anybody is going to come by and see the way your place is getting ( Read more... )

( i could forget about everything. )

(dying is the last time you realize you won't get another chance to make up for anything ( Read more... )

( the waves and the wind and the night is black. )

( with a dusty black coat and a red right hand. )

( a song in which to weep while we rock ourselves to sleep. this is a weeping song, but I won't be weeping long. no. i won't be weeping long. )