texts: Seems like Doyle's wormed his way back in. Mama said he's stayin' over tonight and he's talkin' about movin' in for good. We ain't ever gonna be happy. We'll always be nervous, won't we Karl?
labels: I don't reckon I know. I ain't found no way yet and I'm three or four times as old as you. Might be that's just the way folks is.