... Found this thing under the seat of the Outflyer... Heh, wondered where it went...
Y'know... I kinda forgot why I used to use this thing... I mean, I hear myself enough, but, maybe it's... it's just that whole "Listen to stuff that happened, laugh now 'cause it's all over and let the good times roll" and junk, but...
Damn...
For all the crap I went through, I feel like my head was screwed on straighter... before...
...
Damn...
I don't wanna go back to my place... Christ's sake, it's Father's Day in somethin' like forty-eight hours, and I don't even wanna see Papa Gerry over at Ames. Hell, I don't feel like movin' at all...
Just... me and the ol' girl floatin' over Hallam...
Heh, ol' girl... God, I haven't flown the Outflyer in ages... and it shows. Had a nav-computer crash while I was watching...
...
Damnit...
Why can't I just get on with my life...? Like every time I poke my head outta the shell I hit a wall with my face. I can't keep doin' it, it just... doesn't work...
Why'd I bother? Hell, why'd I pick her anyway? Of all the pieces of work out there, I had to pick the one flyin' a Goddamn Scylla, right? What the Hell was I thinkin'? I can't take on the whole world, the Hell made me think I could take on one...
Some kinda... knight in shinin' armor routine... But Hell, I wouldn't date that if I was given an option to punch out into a star and...
Damn...
All... all I got is this ol' girl... Heh, me and my ol' steed, still ridin' about like one of those old "Western" things...
Kinda...
Kinda sad, ain't it?
'Least the stars are kinda pretty... Always look nice from way out here, I reckon...
