You will never be happy.
You'll never find love or have a family, a home with a tv-remote and a dog. Nor will you have a friend that would stand by, when the shit hits the fan.
You can, however, get a job.
And then, you can get a paycheck.
That shitty money could get you a bottle Wiskey. You'll use it to stop the bleeding.
Like a real cowboy.
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