The whiskey bottle is empty, But I find the cap on the floor, and give it away. Somewhere, my closest family sleeps, and I live for the first time all week. Ask whoever you want, they'll tell you the truth; the hymns of ancient people's resonate in your ears, and dead ancestors will look on horrified. Still, I am the medicine man in these parts. But that was another life, one of silent contemplation of the infinite.