Just another drink. One more and I’ll leave. I can’t stand to drink that rainwater, and would rather die of thirst. So I motioned the Boss to pour me another, and he obliged. Simple as that. Without all the impurities put into it by this failing, hunk-of-junk-that-should-be-long-rust-by-now, I couldn’t stomach life. These rains made everything sour, like waking up covered in cold sweats. Shit, it was like when she…