Yea, though I drive on these highways to hell, I will shed no tears;
For my heart is already dead, and my spine wrought iron.
My money and my business sustain me.
Fear perches on my shoulder and it does not rest.
Though I am confident in the conquest of my enemies,
I sleep in sheets of disenchantment.
Pain and fury are mine to own,
And I will walk in their shadows forever.
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I keep telling myself to let this be, to take both our asses back to work and stop playing this dangerous game. Yet even while that side of my psyche is reminding me of that, I’m already handing Jimmy a glass of wine and hoping that he drinks it quickly. It’s two in the afternoon, and I’m trying to get him to swallow a glass of wine like it’s a Quaalude. Because I know that Devin knows that Mark knows by
