Solitude was something I had become accustomed to.
When you've seen the things I've seen, done that things that I've done you didn't exactly want to be around people but then again Chas didn't give up without a fight.
He was always there reading a book, chewing on a stick of liquorice, telling goofy jokes.
He was always there.
Constantly asking to be allowed to help out, to be allowed into my world of chaos.
I tried my hardest to keep him out but it just wasn't good enough.
After a life time of solitude you would think I'd be used to it by now.
But sitting here alone in this dingy apartment, a glass of whiskey in one hand a cigarette in the other, alone, I feel so empty.
Hennessy is gone, Beeman is gone and now Chas is gone.
I have no one, not even the familiarity of Balthazar. Nothing.
I always brushed you off as a cab driver, an apprentice, I wonder if you knew how much you really meant to me.
I wonder if you knew how much I would hurt in your absence.
I gave up my right to happiness 20 years ago but then I found you and even though I was damned to an eternity of suffering I had a glimmer of hope.
You were my saviour Chas Kramer it's just a pity I couldn't be yours.