Ain't nothing Ennis don't know how to do better, and he chokes back words unsaid words never said never fucking said not even back there, back on brokeback, or back in that place he can't hardly remember anymore.
And part of him wishes maybe his truck would break down, there in the middle of the road, so's he wouldn't have to drive away, leave this place, leave Jack, go back to reality. Go back to anywhere. But the trucks never been anything but a damn traitor and it chugs along until he can't see Jack anymore, until the road's a fucking blur and only partially because of the speed, and he bloodies his knuckle chewing on it as he repeats to himself
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Date: 2006-05-22 12:08 am (UTC)Ain't nothing Ennis don't know how to do better, and he chokes back words unsaid words never said never fucking said not even back there, back on brokeback, or back in that place he can't hardly remember anymore.
And part of him wishes maybe his truck would break down, there in the middle of the road, so's he wouldn't have to drive away, leave this place, leave Jack, go back to reality. Go back to anywhere. But the trucks never been anything but a damn traitor and it chugs along until he can't see Jack anymore, until the road's a fucking blur and only partially because of the speed, and he bloodies his knuckle chewing on it as he repeats to himself
November.