There's always been some place to go. The kicker's been finding a place that hasn't been razed to the ground because someone needed a nice new home or wanted a view that would give them a hard on.

[ earth was pretty good at that. they took and took and took, leaving planets like mars and harlan's world devastated in their wake. the planets kept spinning, looking inviting and hopeful from space.

then, you put your feet on the ground and all you could smell was smoke and bitterness and death. memories that were better left in the ground. ]

I'm feeling a little bit judged here on my preference for cigarettes. Would you rather I shot some good stuff right into my veins?

[ at least cigarettes would leave him lucid even if the stink of smoke would then be clinging to him for probably the rest of his life. it was a decent trade off, if he asked him. ]

Oh, I've found the bar. It's a wonder I'm not there right now. It's all that's been keeping me entertained. Quite the fun game, picking an unlabeled bottle and guessing if you're gonna get something good or piss mixed with sweat.

[ basically, they needed to play that game together. see who got schwasted first and see who ended up drinking something that made them wanna retch. it'd be fun. they could drink and bitch until they passed the eff out. ]