I have no idea ...
I have no idea what I'm doing here. I didn't plan this. But this drunkenness has to stop. Maybe it was at the Dancing Pony. Whatever. My soul lies somewhere else and I intend to end up there. If I break out of this prison of drunks I'm sure, with some help, I can find my way home. I know there will be storms on the horizon, avalanches in the abyss, and Night Riders. But I have nothing to lose now. I just want to go home.
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