In 10 years, I’ll either be in a ditch or living the high life. Ain’t no way I’m letting the law get ahold of me. Either the years of running from the marshal’s will catch up or I’ll have made it big time.
I’m fearful of the law. I’m fearful that things won’t turn out for me. It’s hard being on the road, no specific place to call home. That’s where hitting it big time comes in. Hopefully by then I’ll have hit a big bank (or even a couple little ones) and I’ll be able to buy myself a new identity and a permanent home. Hopefully I won’t have to run no more. Here’s to the future.