There's a machine down at the Night Market that gives out answers to whatever question can think to ask it.
I asked a couple of questions, payment was to make me feel like garbage, apparently. Have I felt better? Definitely. Have I felt worse? Hoo boy, you don't do this job every day for thirteen years and not spend approximately a week out of every month wondering if that headache's just sleep deprivation or if that guy with the ugly schnozz and a man purse really did throw you into a wall a touch too hard, right?
When I say I know my limits, I know my limits. Not paying attention to them's how I ended up here. Not keen on making that mistake twice.
[ or like, for fourth time. whatever. almost honest, you know. ]
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There's a machine down at the Night Market that gives out answers to whatever question can think to ask it.
I asked a couple of questions, payment was to make me feel like garbage, apparently.
Have I felt better? Definitely.
Have I felt worse? Hoo boy, you don't do this job every day for thirteen years and not spend approximately a week out of every month wondering if that headache's just sleep deprivation or if that guy with the ugly schnozz and a man purse really did throw you into a wall a touch too hard, right?
When I say I know my limits, I know my limits. Not paying attention to them's how I ended up here.
Not keen on making that mistake twice.
[ or like, for fourth time. whatever. almost honest, you know. ]