10-04-2019, 11:24 AM
Priam shrugged. "Sure as fuck beats tillin' a field, don't it? Or makin' damn boots for the next fifty years, poppin' out brats t'make more boots t'make more brats t'make more boots. That shit ain't for me, hell no. That's a waste of time and air." Not that his dad had given him the option of inheriting the boot trade to begin with.
He grabbed an unattended drink and took a big swig, then slid it back into place as if it was nothing. "I ain't lettin' nothin' tie me down. I'm my own man, and if the rest of the world don't like it tough tits."
He grabbed an unattended drink and took a big swig, then slid it back into place as if it was nothing. "I ain't lettin' nothin' tie me down. I'm my own man, and if the rest of the world don't like it tough tits."