Get a damn job, own a wife, make a little boy, grow a beard, you fcuking bastard, own the damn world and blow it all on a bad bet, settle down, way way way down and stay there, let moss grow all over you. That’s your future, it’s everybody’s njoy it loser.
“I just kind of… did it, you know? It was one of those situations where you just sort of… roll off a train, and just land here. That’s how I ended up settling out here.” “… well that’s dumb”