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      "It's part of your job - is the difference, really. You're one of those footballers, right? Games are what you're all about - but the moving around from place to place is just a by product of getting to do what you love. For me travelling is the game. Meeting people, exploring places, seeing places people only hear about or read about or witness through the telly. Of course there are certain days - when I haven't got a place to sleep and the weather's shit, or I've run out of money, or I'm dead lost in the middle of the night - where I think that maybe a life dictated by a job and a family would be easier but I never regret it." He leaves out the bit about not having a Home to go back to because it's just a detail in the fabric of the whole that doesn't really matter. There isn't a place thus far that he would consider going back to stay; not one city, or town, or couch that he would lay claim to for more than his whimsy of allotted time. He's a vagabond now - but even before that, he's never belonged anywhere. Black isn't sure he ever will. The glass in his hand has manages to find itself empty; he sinks back against the bar while he signals for another, eyes flitting over the man beside him only to follow the gaze. "Your mates looking to get lucky, it seems."

   ”So what, you just move from place to place every few days? How the hell does that one work? I’m on the road for a week traveling by plane half the time and by the end of it I already want to be home for months. I never really understood that whole traveling people thing. Don’t you get tired of it?”

   He doesn’t ask to sit down, he just does and while he’s sitting he orders himself another beer. The music coming from the singer on stage isn’t half bad and he’s very thankful for that because Lord knows he’s heard enough terrible musicians throughout his travels. Dakota glances back at the table he came from where Dylan has brought back a women to take his own seat; looks like he won’t be going back for a little while. It’s fine with him, he’s used to it, whoever gets up first loses their seat to some women to take back to the hotel. 

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