Could be that it's like talking into a kind of funhouse mirror. If you only feel comfortable mired deep in your own thoughts, keeping things to yourself, it's not really cheating if you're talking to someone you can understand on a level you don't necessarily share with a great many people.
Besides. The only thing better than keeping everything bottled up inside is having two whole bottles you can stuff more into.
"I don't think there's all much of a difference 'tween marshals and outlaws. Either you're an asshole with a badge or an asshole without one." Either way, whether you have a badge, maybe a uniform, or some kind of rulebook or creed or whatever helps you sleep at night - still an asshole. At least, he's a likeable asshole. He's got that much going for him.
At the mention of dentistry, Doc cocks an eyebrow and smiles almost fondly. This is ancient history that Raylan is digging up now. "I would not say I gave it that much thought, but I did enjoy it, however short it lasted. Everyone still calls me Doc after all." He was a bit of a learned man, of his time anyway; would have been a waste not to put that education to some use. He'd started out fairly young and he was quite good at it. It became a bit of a calling. Probably would have kept going if his health had allowed it, too. Of course, he doubts that anyone today would know his name if he did.
Half-wondering if dentistry is merely a way to distract from Arlo talk, Doc deftly turns the conversation back onto Raylan.
"Does it worry you, that you'll turn out like Arlo? Have one drink too many, someone say sommin' that sets you off and you just..." Doc purses his lips and shakes his head. "Snap?"
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Besides. The only thing better than keeping everything bottled up inside is having two whole bottles you can stuff more into.
"I don't think there's all much of a difference 'tween marshals and outlaws. Either you're an asshole with a badge or an asshole without one." Either way, whether you have a badge, maybe a uniform, or some kind of rulebook or creed or whatever helps you sleep at night - still an asshole. At least, he's a likeable asshole. He's got that much going for him.
At the mention of dentistry, Doc cocks an eyebrow and smiles almost fondly. This is ancient history that Raylan is digging up now. "I would not say I gave it that much thought, but I did enjoy it, however short it lasted. Everyone still calls me Doc after all." He was a bit of a learned man, of his time anyway; would have been a waste not to put that education to some use. He'd started out fairly young and he was quite good at it. It became a bit of a calling. Probably would have kept going if his health had allowed it, too. Of course, he doubts that anyone today would know his name if he did.
Half-wondering if dentistry is merely a way to distract from Arlo talk, Doc deftly turns the conversation back onto Raylan.
"Does it worry you, that you'll turn out like Arlo? Have one drink too many, someone say sommin' that sets you off and you just..." Doc purses his lips and shakes his head. "Snap?"