Alone’s different than lonely, ain’t it? I could find myself some company, but I don’t gotta.
Running with the moonlight is all the company I need. All the time y’all spend together
trying to “coexist,” really just trying to control each other, wives and husbands, parents and c—
Ever see children what grew up in the woods? You wonder why they don’t jump at the chance to be “civilized”? Watch
me run, you’ll understand freedom. Hm? Oh, try and you’ll find yourself with a new hole in your neck. Why? ‘Cause
I ain’t looking for company, or haven’t you been listening? Typical. Thought you’d buy me a drink and I’d just go by your
say-so? Huh. You start running now, you might make it. Or you might get my arrow in your back. You’ll be free either way.
Certain of Eventual Failure 