The Sky is getting dark, I only have half a bottle of jack left, not much use out here. Should’ve been more careful, should’ve been a lot of things. But my story is ending soon. All my aces have been played, my bluff’s been called. Don’t know how long I have to go, but it can’t be that long. It wasn’t always like this, there was a time when I was playing high stakes, I used to think myself a hero. Now look at me, nothing more than a lone wanderer, a forgotten soul. How did I get here, was I so blinded by arrogance I that I tripped, was it just a stroke of bad luck, or maybe all the bad I did finally catching up with me. Or maybe, just maybe, the game I was playing was rigged from the moment it began. I don’t know the answer, and I don’t think I want too. My song is coming to an end.
