...and when you leave, man...you know, to go home? You know you aren't even half way there, man, until you hit that doorstep, ring that bell, and someone says, "Hey, man, you're home!"
You know what I mean, man?
I mean, until there is someone there that you give a s___ about...someone that gives a s___ about you, what is it you're going home for?
So what time does your flight leave, man? How long do you have to wait in this terminal until you finally climb on that freedom bird and wing home? I have to wait six more hours, man, and then it's like bye-bye...I'm gone, man, just like I been tellin' you.
This bird ain't ever flying back this way.



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