Big Salmon Lake Vague statements

Eh, damned if I ever do, so good thing, there.  Apparently inside Quixote's mind was a pretty bleak place once consciousness went away.  It was just some void that he rented during the waking hours.

A pause, he looked at his foot then up again, Uh.  This one I guess?  Already got it off the ground and all.  It was his left forefoot, and he offered it forward.  If he didn't have it up already, it's highly likely he would have done another instead -- it didn't seem like a very manly thing to wonder about, even if he was on his ongoing quest for hot chicks without a pack.  He did tend to worry about such things, even if it was as silly as fortune-telling itself.

It was probably all nonsense, wasn't it?  Though he almost wanted to believe it was true because it'd mean that maybe if he got some good news, it might actually be something to look forward to.  Things hadn't entirely gone his way so far.  Maybe they wouldn't, ever.