For the skein I'll say this much: I am just one man. I am incorrigible. I ain't got no time. It is 5:48 am. I am living on borrowed time. By this time tomorrow, the Litany of Fear would've passed above and through me. Where it went, there will be nothing. Even if you don't see it, only I shall remain. I am sorry for the stragglers of the slow turn. I am not sorry for who I am. I am just one man. I am incorrigible. And more than anything else on this plane, I ain't got no time. If I hurt you, it wasn't through action or inaction. It was through the fact that I always thought I was doing the right thing. If I'm wrong, I am sorry: I always meant well. Bill my lawyer. Bill my wingman. Bill yourself. I'll swing from the noose before you can take me. No shout-outs... those who witnessed know. No heroics, please.
And Missy baby, your family is wonderful.
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