Then the tree, at night, began to change
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estdeus_innobisA bar, the arse end of nowhere, afternoon sometime
Sure I left. What, I'm supposed to hang around some place that thinks I owes them somethin' for workin'? Don't fuckin' work like that. Been in that fuckin' town for too long anyway, same every fuckin' day, thinkin' they can keep me against my will. Shit, I've skipped town for a fuck of a lot less than that. So I went to that fuckhead Management and I paid their fuckin' price, just to leave. I fuckin' bet there's others had to pay more than me too. Not staying somewhere I have to pay to get out of. Never told me that shit when I signed up. No "Hey Boden once you sign you up you're not leavin' without some weird psychic shit keepin' you here, then some fucker takin' your stuff." Not a fuckin' word.
Said that to Will when I left. 's shit. He's been in my tent. I left the little altar there with the goddess like the one of the front of Pa's boat and told him to fuckin' work out what they took from me. 's not right. He weren't happy. Truth is I weren't too fuckin' pleased myself, 'n not just cause of Management's shit. But what, I'm supposed to hang around just cause he don't got the sense to fuck off with me? Hell no.
So I'm sitting in some bar two weeks out of town in the pourin' fuckin' rain feeling like a tire some fucker's let the air out of. Don't even got the energy to get drunk. Just sit there watching this shit hole turn into a fuckin' marsh bit by bit, thinkin' maybe I'll head back to the coast. 's harder in the cities sometimes, but shit, I had an okay life there, and besides, the journey'll be cheer me up some.
But the road's not the same no more. Dunno for sure what Management took. Shit, I couldn't tell you how they even took it. 's just... borin'. All these little nothin' towns. Like the walkin', sure, and it's good to be out here, but it's not the fuckin' same. Maybe that's not cause of Management.
Aw, shit.
Swing my bag up onto my back and pull my hood up. Fuckin' Excolo. Fuckin' bastard, shitty Excolo. Stops rainin' about the time I find the road back there. Bettin' I'll find a lift pretty easy too.
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Sure I left. What, I'm supposed to hang around some place that thinks I owes them somethin' for workin'? Don't fuckin' work like that. Been in that fuckin' town for too long anyway, same every fuckin' day, thinkin' they can keep me against my will. Shit, I've skipped town for a fuck of a lot less than that. So I went to that fuckhead Management and I paid their fuckin' price, just to leave. I fuckin' bet there's others had to pay more than me too. Not staying somewhere I have to pay to get out of. Never told me that shit when I signed up. No "Hey Boden once you sign you up you're not leavin' without some weird psychic shit keepin' you here, then some fucker takin' your stuff." Not a fuckin' word.
Said that to Will when I left. 's shit. He's been in my tent. I left the little altar there with the goddess like the one of the front of Pa's boat and told him to fuckin' work out what they took from me. 's not right. He weren't happy. Truth is I weren't too fuckin' pleased myself, 'n not just cause of Management's shit. But what, I'm supposed to hang around just cause he don't got the sense to fuck off with me? Hell no.
So I'm sitting in some bar two weeks out of town in the pourin' fuckin' rain feeling like a tire some fucker's let the air out of. Don't even got the energy to get drunk. Just sit there watching this shit hole turn into a fuckin' marsh bit by bit, thinkin' maybe I'll head back to the coast. 's harder in the cities sometimes, but shit, I had an okay life there, and besides, the journey'll be cheer me up some.
But the road's not the same no more. Dunno for sure what Management took. Shit, I couldn't tell you how they even took it. 's just... borin'. All these little nothin' towns. Like the walkin', sure, and it's good to be out here, but it's not the fuckin' same. Maybe that's not cause of Management.
Aw, shit.
Swing my bag up onto my back and pull my hood up. Fuckin' Excolo. Fuckin' bastard, shitty Excolo. Stops rainin' about the time I find the road back there. Bettin' I'll find a lift pretty easy too.
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