[Spoken]
So that was it, it was over. He shuffled down the stairs dazed in a half sleepwalk. Out amongst the churches and wharves, television shows, alcohol and drugs. With a box full of his things, a man fired from his life. He had gotten lost, forgetting which way he was going, from where he had come. The drinks with the boys would remind him of who he was. They'd be there, they were always there; perched at the dark end of the bar.