Needed medication his entire life, never got it.
Did drugs and booze his entire life.
Helluva worker, utilizing only his body, carpentry, welding, etc.. bounced from this job to the next.
No retirement.
No health insurance.
Spent a lot of time alone, likes his wife and his highly secluded piece of land out in Midland, one of the most beautiful pieces of land Ive ever seen.
He rented it from someone, think they got on a “lease to own deal”.
Zero credit.
Always a rule breaker.
Excellent grower of marijuana, back before it was cool.
Cocaine runner in the 70’s, guns, arrowhead collections,, he’s got wild turkeys that hang around his house, deep in the woods.
They hang around and he feeds em.
Wayne’s a survivor.
Tough as nails.
He’s also a tornado, can’t stay still, he doses social interactions like a medicine,
A dash here,,
Dash there,,
He doesn’t trust.
Doesn’t trust people, by and large, doesn’t like em, doesn’t like the group.
He doesn’t stir up shit, but he’s clearly happier being as far away from you as he can get.
There’s a wildness in him.
Doesn’t sleep much,
His speech is always forced and he’s always jittering…
You see,,
That’s blood.
Who you are is in the blood,
(Not who, but how)
How you are is in the blood.
It’s not destiny, but it’s your characters “stats”.
Blood and childhood.
That’s most of how you are.
How, but not “who”..
It’s an overwhelming thought, if you look at your family, if you have a family to look at.
(If the powers that be “fucked over” your family)
Powers that be.
Authority without the numbers, relying on mass brainwashing?
How quaint.
How adorable.
Look at alllll these ants.
I’d rather be like Wayne, be like him.
Tortured, but plowing ahead, fucker just don’t stop.. he can’t.
(Can’t rest)
Can’t settle his mind.
It’s out of his hands and he’s learned to cope.
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