With a shrug and a pointed eye-flick:] We had bigger hats. [A nod over towards a speaker.] Music doesn't come from holes in the wall. You want to get somewhere, you either gonna walk, or you use a horse. [He falls quiet for a moment. Pretty much everything feels different, so it's a little hard to wax lyrical without his mood dropping like a bag of rocks.] But we still had whiskey, so... [He snorts softly, and raises his glass.] Salud.
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Not like this.
[Yep, he's a regular historian.
With a shrug and a pointed eye-flick:] We had bigger hats. [A nod over towards a speaker.] Music doesn't come from holes in the wall. You want to get somewhere, you either gonna walk, or you use a horse. [He falls quiet for a moment. Pretty much everything feels different, so it's a little hard to wax lyrical without his mood dropping like a bag of rocks.] But we still had whiskey, so... [He snorts softly, and raises his glass.] Salud.