I've well and truly had enough of this dead, damned broke Northern rust bucket. The bottom fell out years ago, the water's gone and all the government does is steal my money then piss on me and tell me the drought is over. Screw 'em.
I'm headed South with my brother California Dave, and we're going to drop in on Big Mike, raise a little civilized hell and keep on heading South until we find Shotgun Bob.
Likely I'll be back just as soon as I've had my fill of ribs, blues and booze.
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