we saved each other.

It’s at the edge of a blade                          or the barrel of a gun.

Tomorrow is another day And you won't have to hide away. You'll be a man, boy But for now it's time to run, it's time to run.

wearydean:

People get close to me, they get killed or worse. You know, I tell myself that I help more people than I hurt and I tell myself that I’m doing it all for the right reasons and I believe that but-

I’m fine.

Our dads were in California, Devil’s Gate Reservoir. They were setting a trap for some kind of hellspawn. John was hiding, waiting and my dad was bait….then the thing showed up. John got too eager, jumped out too soon, got my dad exposed out in the open. The thing turned around and killed him.

Not quite…see it hurt him, but it didn’t kill him…you see Bill was all clawed up. He was holding his insides in his hands, he was gurgling, and praying to see you and Ellen one more time. So my dad killed him, put him out of his misery like a sick dog…My daddy shot your daddy in the head.

Your problem is that nobody hates you more than you do.

And now decency and good behavior weary me.

“Knights of the Round Table. Had all of King Arthur’s knights, and they were all on the quest for the Holy Grail. And I remember looking at this picture of Sir Galahad, an-and he was kneeling and light streaming over his face. And I remember thinking, uhm, I could never go on a quest like that, because I’m not clean.”