We'd fight about it a lot. She'd always tell me I was too much of a dreamer. Just 'cause I want a better life for us. It's shit, hauling ass all over the country, getting chased out of places, beaten up... and she'd just tell me I was crazy, it can't ever be like that for people like us.

[He shakes his head and leans back against the couch, eyes misty.]

Then I came here. I don't even have to live off on some farm, I got a house right in town and everything's cool. I got a normal job, and normal friends and no one gives one goddamn about my hands.