Whenever I think about something I did more than a week ago I get sad. Hop, hop, hop. What? That doesn't sound like me. I am a cowboy. The prarie is my home... I love to ride around the lonesome prarie, but mine is a stoic life, so actually I don't love it but must do it regardless, unflinchingly accepting my fate in this wilderness... Hop, hop, hop. I like it, I don't like it, I like it, I don't like it. Only the lonesome coyotes are my friends. Can coyotes be lonesome? I bet they can. Trail wisdom.... I am lonely. No, lonesome. That sounds more like something a cowboy would say.