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And I hope, wherever he is, he's doing OK and making new friends. I have trouble sleeping at night. I have bad dreams, like I'm falling. I wake up, scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Foodway, so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager, while I was at it. Sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense any more. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided... not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me. "I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me." PS. Tell Heywood I'm sorry I put a knife to his throat. "No hard feelings. Brooks."