Just a weekend getaway, that's all it was.
I forget the place, a pair of towers, I think, they tell me, I do believe, one here, one in the past, soon another in the future... if they keep up on the maintenance.
Time travel is always one way... but you can make it a round trip... if you play your cards right.
But what do they say about cards... unlucky... and then, love.
I brought the six-shooter back, as a sort of souvenir. They said it wouldn't make it. But they lied. You know how they lie.
And here I am, back in Matrixing... Reality, doing my bit, slurring my words, that old stutter step, never quite saying, what can never be heard.
Oh, well, coffee break's over and back to the grind.
I wonder if everyone's memories are as screwed up as mine...