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(texas cowboy type accent, slow)

looks like i returned to this shanty town. i had no idea what i was doing here or how i got here, but all i knew was that i needed to find someone. someone that was going to help me on my journey through this town, and eventually lead me outta here. possibly come with – who knows.

i can just see the sun rising right about now, to my left, and to my right i can see the town house. i’m not ready to go back in there yet, they’re just gonna arrest my sorry ass and haul it back to the county jail. lord knows, i been away for a _long_ time. too long, in fact. i can just about make out a ‘wanted’ poster with what i can only assume is my mug on it.

yup, there goes a train. four fifty five am, on time, as per usual. i lost count how many times i sat here. everytime they get me i come back here. lay here, waiting… just waiting for the lord to strike his angry fist down and tell me how mad he is at me. i’m still waiting for that day.

it’s amazing how quickly the sun lights up the town these beautiful people call home. i love watching every minute of it. helps to remind me that we can’t control everything – try as we might. hell, even i forget sometimes and then something happens… puts me back in my place and i thank the lord he saved me again. he won’t keep doing that, i know it, i can feel it.

somebody shot me in the leg. darned fool wasn’t even aiming at me. tied something on it. gonna get some whiskey down me, then head into town – should forget it’s hurting then. man, she is gonna kill me this time. she told me never to come back if i left again. she told she was going to burn all my belongings and tell our boy nothing about me.

lord knows how old he is now, but that don’t make me a bad father. i remember his birthday! last january sometime, the third! no, wait, it’s the 8th! heck, the numbers look the same with my eyes. i could never see right after billy-jo cut some of my eye. shithead was aiming for my heart! said i screwed his daughter.

(unscrews hipflask. downs the contents)

i’m about ready to head back in. this is my umpteenth time going back home. and about half the time i end up behind bars. i been there so many times, i have my own cell. s’got my name on it too – no lies.

sheriff’s a scumbag though – he just hates me. locks me away for doing nothing, mostly, ‘cept last time i was here. i robbed the bank and rode away into the sunset. i always dreamt o’ doing that. i made my own dream come true. he’s gonna have my ass this time… cos i’m gonna give it to him.

i can’t run from him anymore. and i don’t know why i keep coming back – probably cos it’s the only place i know i can come back to – be it loved or hated. i wish i’da been more of a father to my boy. lord only knows i tried to give up the drink, but it just got the better of me.

(gunshot. falls backwards down towards floor. turns head to look behind)

son of a gun! sheriff’s been watching me the whole time.

(soul rises up and floats away gracefully)

i knew i’d make it outta here one way or another.