kenkantor: A sunset of sorts.
kenkantor: Remember you can always count on the ugly ones.
kenkantor: Eventually you just have to. There's no choice in the matter.
kenkantor: And where do you think you are, anyway?
kenkantor: Don't let that be a lesson to you.
kenkantor: You realize this could have been you, don't you?
kenkantor: Beholder, behold!
kenkantor: So, yeah, I suppose sometimes you can go home after all.