ugh. where’s all the GOOD music these days. it’s all just rapping and beibers and directions. i miss the days where i could go into the local tavern and hoist a mighty flagon of mead to a jaunty tune on the lute of a young bard
only a real 15th century kid will get this
“Sam, if you walk out that door an go to Stanford, don’t you ever come back.”
Don’t come back to this life. This pain.
Don’t you fall into my mistakes.
Make a life for yourself, boy.
Don’t come back to us, no matter how badly it hurts.
Don’t be a soldier. Be safe.
Don’t make stupid decisions, Sam. You’re a smart kid.
Take what I’ve taught you but please…
Don’t become like me.
Don’t come back, Sam.
Don’t ever come back.