The man in black watched the girl decide.
He was a little proud that the decision took some time, but he was a fighter. He knew what he was fighting and he knew how the decision would come out.
After a while, she said she guessed she should go and she took her things and left.
The man in black was alone, and he thought about that. He thought about the Hustler, the old pool movie, for a moment, about finding character on a hotel floor.
He put on some Lou Reed and called a friend with Heroin playing in the background.
The man in black already missed the girl. He didn’t miss the pain of having her, the pressure of caring for her. He felt free, and falling.
When his friends got there, they were a little scared of his whiskey breath and his jerky movements. They could see unvoiced anger and uncried tears. But they carried him away anyway, because they were like his brothers.
I like it, but I don’t know what to think.
I would stay in Casper if I didn’t have to pay $14,000 next year to go to school. I have to move home to save $$. I love my place now and I don’t want to leave it, but I don’t really have a choice beyond moving home unless a rich benefactor comes along and pays for me to go to school. Until then, I only have 6 months left in Casper with you guys.
Johnny Cash. An American Institution.
One of the only TRUE American Institutions.