I dunno yet. Maybe here. I like cities. [He takes a sharp drink of the whiskey, wincing as he swallows it.]

It's just sorta hard to think about when you spent what, fifteen something years paying off a mortgage to one house and it's like, "Well now you gotta do everything all over again in fantasy land." [He can't even rightfully consider improving the life he's got.]

I want 'em to be able to go wherever, though. I want a bed that's mine to sleep in. So I get to do it all over again. [Lord knows he might be here until he's sixty some, anyway, according to the people here.]