Tailor lighter in my face. The third cigarette I embrace since the beginning of the game. Has to end I know, but I just prefer not to believe so. Doors close, she's here - came for me. But no. It's another, only another whore. The boat floats nicely through the Mississippi river and I with it. Got lost in these forsaken land, though I thought I was man enough for the world I did have. Because I had it. Too much and for so long. But that's what happens when certain you go uncertain ways... I wait for her though maybe she doesn't exist. I wait for her because I saw her enter this same boat. But I wait in vain cause the same tailor that lighted me has a gun now point to my head with a smile. I lost (but I also smile).