Only because it’s the end of the year and I’m living in a tunnel, would I procrastinate by going out and renting Clint Eastwood’s For a Few Dollars More Why? First of all, Monco never kills for the money, and secondly, there is nothing more bad ass than striking a match to light your pipe, right off the back of your enemy But the hunchback gets away on the pinto, the ugliest dude on the prettiest horse, what a pair back then, all you’d need is a gun and a steed, not all this crap we have today “El Indio” has got a guy pinned by his steel glare to the tune of a wavering oboe, mixed with gunshots. Meanwhile, our homestead is a wasteland of boxes and my roommate is going crazy, surrounded by this cardboard ghost town if I don’t keep an eye on her, she’s gonna chew her own leg off Monco kills for mercy sometimes, too Tissue, Tissue the hell of moving out after three years of saturated survival