I don’t know… one sorta reminded me of the other.
She’s got all my dreams
I’ve got these broken things
And they always disagree
But if there’s one real thing
You would choose to believe
Just don’t lose your faith in me
"Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don’t belong no place… . With us it ain’t like that. We got a future. We got somebody to talk to that gives a damn about us. We don’t have to sit in no bar room blowin’ in our jack jus’ because we got no place else to go. If them other guys gets in jail they can rot for all anybody gives a damn. But not us."
- John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men, Ch. 1