Raylan Givens, you are one hell of an enigma brother. When will you get tired of this shit and just say fuck it and stop? You have lost a woman you loved more than you care to recognize (twice), you have lost the opportunity to have a full part of your childs life (that could change), you look like shit right now with the shaggy hair and the dirty clothes, you are broke, you are living on top of a bar, your career is in the shit (or it will be when people find out that you have been moonlighting as a bounty hunter), you lost the one person you considered a parent (RIP Helen) and now you have lost the bastard you called dad.
Ah yes, Daddy dearest, if there ever was a piece of shit that deserved to be put down, that would be Arlo Givens. A man who lost any love he may have had for you (if he ever did) when he first tried to bargain you off to Bo Crowder and then tried to kill you because he saw a hat and thought it was you. That he never got to tell you anything warm or fatherly in his dying moments is just something that must stick right in your back, huh?
So yes, yes, yes...I fully understood that moment you had at the elevator bother. A moment where you realised that you are tired of this, you are not happy and you just cannot give a shit anymore. But again I ask, why not just say fuck it and stop?
If I were you, I would just let Boyd and the rest of them kill each other; Let Duffy kill Boyd, let Boyd kill Jonny or the rich or detroil. Let detroit kill Duffy, let the mexican cartel kill everyone else, let all the mother fucking hillbilly people gun each other down in a western style draw.
This where we are heading right? Who gives a shit about Drew Thompson? I certainly do not.
Grade A
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