"No I meant. Generally speaking. Everyone's been giving themselves reasons to be unhappy." Whether that's because they're measuring themselves against others or because they've been told by whoever that they always need something or someone or somewhere else in their life. It's like nobody knows how to just... make do with what they have, anymore.
"I have been through many a town built around good fields for feeding cattle, a strong river or a decent mine. A few bad years or a depleted mine, a big fire or a flood might see a town start to empty out, yes. But we were resilient folk, if nothing else. If it was all we had, there wasn't any other choice. Many chose to rebuild and keep going." There was no guarantee that the grass was greener on the other end of the railroad tracks. Or that there was even any grass there.
Which doesn't explain why Doc had been chasing highs from one town to the next, having the time of his life, but...
"When I fell ill and knew it was terminal I decided I didn't want to die having done nothing, seen nothing, met nobody. The only answer there ever is is life is full of shit and it's up to you to make sommin' of it." For what it's worth Doc did try the good, honest day's work life and it didn't take. He had his reasons and he'd like to think that they were good reasons.
"Here." The food is ready and sufficiently cooled down to handle. He passes one foil-wrapped bundle over. Hopefully it'll put Constantine in a better mood, because all this is depressing talk and there's no whiskey to wash it all down with.
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"I have been through many a town built around good fields for feeding cattle, a strong river or a decent mine. A few bad years or a depleted mine, a big fire or a flood might see a town start to empty out, yes. But we were resilient folk, if nothing else. If it was all we had, there wasn't any other choice. Many chose to rebuild and keep going." There was no guarantee that the grass was greener on the other end of the railroad tracks. Or that there was even any grass there.
Which doesn't explain why Doc had been chasing highs from one town to the next, having the time of his life, but...
"When I fell ill and knew it was terminal I decided I didn't want to die having done nothing, seen nothing, met nobody. The only answer there ever is is life is full of shit and it's up to you to make sommin' of it." For what it's worth Doc did try the good, honest day's work life and it didn't take. He had his reasons and he'd like to think that they were good reasons.
"Here." The food is ready and sufficiently cooled down to handle. He passes one foil-wrapped bundle over. Hopefully it'll put Constantine in a better mood, because all this is depressing talk and there's no whiskey to wash it all down with.