*Dons black cowboy and takes a swig of whiskey*
Where I ride, they call me only Sorrow. I leave nothin' behind me but young men dead too soon, weepin' widows and young ladies with cold beds and cold hard truths about life playin' in dreams that oughta be about hope and promise for the future. My sixgun's gone and et up too many souls for them to call me nothin' else.
*removes black cowboy hat
My friends also call me G which I hate as it's sorta rappy. My girlfriend calls me her bunny because of my connection to rabbits and my raw nerves. But mostly, it's just Sorrow til I ride on into the banditridden desert nights.
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