restless as hell

I want to break out of here so bad and I don’t even know where I want to go. Maybe Anyplace, I guess. I know they think I can’t take care of myself, but I sure as hell can. I’m not a smart man—I know that—but I ain’t dumb. And the way things are, it’s like I’m in a cage. People forget, I think, that I’ve ridden more bulls and more horses than I can count, that I’ve gotten in barfights from here to Boise and all the way down to Baton Rouge, that before my accident, used to walk into a bar, any bar, and go up to a girl and there was a damn good chance I was going to make her my friend for the night. Easy as pie.

I am a man. I’m a goddamned person. And I’m restless as hell.
Shotgun Lovesongs by Nicholas Butler

shotgun love songs

 

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