Nick shakes his head. "This is the good part." he says, without a sign of joking.
"You sold your soul. Only one you have. When this run is done, you and me are hellbound, and there's no way out of it." he replies, leaning back in the chair and putting his feet back up.
"I run a motorcycle repair shop in New Orleans. Get out on the road now and then. Once you have some control... well, you can have a life. Sometimes.
The nightmares don't get better though. And now, every time you damn someone to see their sins forever, you'll remember it. Nothing I've found helps 'cept whiskey.
Despite that, its better than what comes next... so when the booze runs out, I buy more booze. Speaking of which, if you don't smoke, you might want to consider starting. Good for the nerves, and you ain't gonna live long enough for cancer to get you."
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