True grit. It’s what you need when setting off into the wilderness. Cos the wilderness is a dangerous place, perils at every turn. I mean, you could get your face eaten off by a naked crackhead! It happens. In Miami.
I started watching the Coen brothers movie this evening. Very good. But I fear the heater, blanket and cat curled up beside me were all too anesthetizing and I fell asleep. But I always fall asleep during long, drawn out cowboy movies. I think it’s par for the genre. Anyway, I’ll probably finish it tomorrow night. Since I am living like a hermit these days. Or I might go out and get drunk. We’ll see. The world is my oyster. I’m just missing my pearl.