Man that quest involving that former slave owner now professional bum was just so fulfilling

.Mans entire legacy was sold to a city thriving in the present, while he's stuck in the past. That rusty ass gun just a staple of what should have been, that diary of what used to be, and the notes of grim reality.
Now lies a broken shell of a obsolete white man crumbling in a busted tent by the tree, face to face with a man that thrives on the gang and finding the true meaning of life.
The memories of the past turn to rubble by the soles of the boots
