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He turned and looked at me with his drowning, moonlight eyes. He smiled more fully, and I saw most of his teeth were gone, knocked out in the crash. He patted the steering wheel. I’m taking one of you with me, man and since you’re the one, who’s here you get to choose.

Anyway, man, we don’t have time to talk about all that five more miles and we’ll start seeing houses again seven more and we’re at the lutes and city line which means I have to have you decide now. Decide what? Only I thought I knew. Who rides the bullet and who stays on the ground, you are your mother.

I was raised a Christian. I admit I fell away a bit along my journey, and I believe that we’re all stuck with what we have, but that’s all right. And God‘s eye it’s none of us are really much more than flies on strings and all that matters is how much sunshine you can spread along the way.

I don’t just mean the iris is because he had no verses and no pupils and certainly no whites his eyes were completely orange and orange that shifted and flickered.