Whataya gonna do, eh? keep your head down for the rest of your life?

In no way shape or form is that a blanket sort of "sign-of the cross" that you haven't a need to display some sort of, what? Self-confidence or self-control?



I don't know, walking 5-6 mile a night on concrete, damn, I don't know.

Are you just going to do the beetusss thing and  eventually, waltz away back into the hills?