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Henry Leroy?
You, er... Yes?
A package for you.
I'm not expecting a package, I didn't order anything, I don't know anybody.
Plus c'mon, the post service? On Christmas Eve?
Who says I'm a postman?
Hey John Wayne! Can't you put that somewhere else?
Oh sorry...
You want a whiskey? I need a whiskey... you have 5 minutes?
It's my last delivery of the night.
I haven't always been like this you know.
A King's fan? Aptly named.
What?
Henry Leroy, the King...
Thanks.
What was the piece for?
Oh nothing... I don't wanna bother you with my stories.
... with her, it didn't work either. She left. It was only then that I started boozing. Especially bourbon.
Like the King. I paid dearly.
I know.
I had to sell it all to keep the apartment. Even my pair of blue suede shoes.
I paid 50 for them. And in francs!
Damn I loved these shoes.
And the guitar?
Same thing. I had a Martin, you'd have liked it.
This one I... I found it later.
I had a band you know.
We did... we did some gigs, local dances stuff like that. We were...
... we were crap.
Don't be so *** yourself. Give yourself a chance.
I lost everything. I gave up a long time ago.
Don't worry about me you'd better go home.
I've been bullshitting you for an hour. You haven't even told me your name.
Henry.
I like you. Get a hold of yourself.
You should open your package and get some sleep.
Oh, and I forgot.
Merry christmas.