I never heard that whiskey train rollin down the tracks. I needed that crack in fact to dig in n come to pass. N it ain't like I needed that winters chill to the breeze that went right on by. To know life as I knew it was about to change with the coarse of time. As I gotta say it was the best thing I could stepped away from. Without a drop of flava to wash down the bitter sweet sip fibrin trumped for once.