Born a Travelin' Man..

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Sawyer wanders the dorm, with nothing to do or no one to see. He has been secluded for the most part because of a blistering headache, he can't concentrate on anything or conduct a though process without having his head splitting in half.

He stands at a corner, eyeing all those that pass with a side glare and a cigarette sticking out of his mouth. Sawyer hasn't had a good night in forever, all he needs is a woman, a good stiff drink and another pack of cigarettes.