We weren't allowed here.
And the blonde would have to be penitent about their trespassing.
Gray horse vs… whisky?


Going into the (bathroom) stall.
Love versus death again.
Possessions, and safety versus danger.
But the blonde makes a run for it.

What has happened versus what’s going to happen.
It feels good; that’s all that matters.
Let me go/read, please.
I won’t lose you versus I can’t make myself forget you.
He walks away from what’s left behind.
He used to deal with the police a lot.
His disability makes things more difficult.
The police haven’t been helpful, and may even have performed a cover up.
We find our hero alone on the right side of the bed, with his right hand on his chest and an empty pillow beside his.
After waking up, the protagonist sees a dead woman.
There’s a few more really trippy moments – but after that, the blonde is just trying to make you happy.
Honestly, she’s just trying to follow directions.
Maybe someone got their files mixed up.
The man’s got a whole stash available of things he might like.
Johnny, Johnny, John G.
Snap him out of it.
She just wanted her old Scottie/Sammy back.
A supposedly knowledgeable (but certainly well-dressed) man discusses the sick one’s condition.
The woman knows she’s already lost.
An uncomfortable complication.
She smiles through her tears – but this won’t be a happy ending.
That actually wasn’t a help at all.
The answer wasn’t important.
Walking away from/toward the very nice car.
Who the fuck are you?
You’ve got a lot of nerve, coming into my personal space without invitation.
Unfinished business.
Yeah, I’m not buying it.
You’re here because of some other woman.
She left you/You left her.
You’re probably still carrying a torch/a picture.
Something clicked… like a camera shutter.
Whatever you’re trying with her – it’s not going to work.