The fairways aren’t the prettiest, hell, neither are the greens. Honestly, the sand traps might be the best thing on the course. But the cold ones are plentiful, the mulligans even more plentiful.
The road's been long, but this ol' cowboy keeps pacin' onward — past the bones, toward the never-ending sunset. Until he quits pretendin', trades the spurs for blue light glasses and a turmeric latte.