Cowboy up, cupcake.
It’s a long day’s drive any way you look at it. With a man who has taken your sins – real and imagined – and stitched them onto the sackcloth of his own soul, it is endless.
What is important is the story. Because when we are all dust and teeth and kicked-up bits of skin – when we’re dancing with our own skeletons – our words might be all that’s left of us.