Gator, it'll be OK. Everbody feels low sometimes, but not everyone has seen the same things as you or I. You don't need me to tell you it's a cruel world. It's full of weakness and smallness and spite. It's a mean woman, she won't let you know rest until you've sunk below her. You just gotta get away, do something of your own will by your own strength. You need to show that bitch that she's on her own so she'd better show you some decency and leave you to peace. It's a hard fight, but victory is sweet.
It hurts me to see you like this, Gator. It hurts because I love you. All the same, I can still see that look in your eyes. You're not so licked as you're pretending. We both know you'll climb above this. You'll climb to the sort of heights that make you spit into thin air just to watch it fall.
Come on, let's go grab some fried chicken. It's on me.Your Fortune: You will meet a dark handsome stranger