You dont look like the demon rum’s dealt kindly with you. My head feels like a fat lady’s sat on it. John Grady looked out at the morning desert shining in the new sun. He looked at the boy. You’ve wore Rawlins completely out. I reckon you know that. You never know when you’ll be in need of them you’ve despised, said Blevins.
Hahaha. And then also: wow
