Freaking Llano, freaking Taos. Hernia scar won’t shut up, either. Don’t poke me like that in the night, don’t make me scared to breathe. Dead mother’s taxes, freezing ass cold. Bloody hell and gone, been there, done that. Sick of bad habits and struggling, too. Stuck like this bastard with all of his junk. Why am I living, what can I give?
Can’t Sleep, Can’t Die
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