One...
Two...
Three cups of... What am I drinkin'?
Anyways...
I was askin', ARE YOU FREE FOR FREEDOM?
'Cause you see, my ghosts, we are anythin' but a dream within a dream...
Someone did say that before...
Well, again, I was telling, life is a problem that solves itself at the end, don't you know?
Wait...
Is that what I was saying?
Don't matter, that's true too.
Who put this music on?
Liked.
So, as I was speaking, if you get too tired for fightin', you die. Then, it's very simple, none should worry. Is that right?
What I am tellin' ya does even make sense?
It must, 'cause it's true, again.
I gotta go home now.
See? I got the wisdom.
See ya in graves.

A lonely man walks through a closed bar and vanishes into street darkness.