Old Machron finally moved on. Damn shame, but that's what happens to scum like us I suppose.
Living on the streets ain't exactly the wonderful dream that I'm just sure all the kids are fantasizing about nowadays.
But then, who am I to say that any of those sheep that flood the streets are getting much better.
Of course Mach went and left his damned kid and I wasn't in any position to deny the brat a little help. Despite what happened, the brat wouldn't quit talking.
I don't think he quite understands that his old man ain't coming back. Brat's kinda got the same deal I got. Oh damn. Didn't mean to start getting all introspective.
Old Mach woulda gotten a real kick outta this.