{"media_url":"https:\/\/scontent-lax3-2.cdninstagram.com\/v\/t51.29350-15\/125248370_404667280665497_2266956623679511175_n.jpg?_nc_cat=107&ccb=2&_nc_sid=8ae9d6&_nc_ohc=R3l5F2-xvf8AX-VsSu_&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=c9b4cb1c74331c48a5305ca2cfab9a9f&oe=5FD53B0E","caption":"It wasnt dying he was talking about, we know what it was Augustus McCrae was trying to say to old Woodrow call and his blocked ears. Through all Gus\u2019 butterfly lies and cheating for pokes, all he was saying was this, live till you can\u2019t no more. \n\nWake up at dawn, drink with your pigs and bother your best friend because it\u2019s the only thing to do. Do a thing wrong here and there to stop the girls asking for help and die at night like the rest. Don\u2019t rent pigs. Don\u2019t forget to love a good whore and lastly, never forget who your friends are: one day they might be pulling your corpse all over the frontier to set you right and write everything down. Like I do. Write every single little thing worth forgetting, down. Because one day it\u2019ll blow you over and get you to thinking that maybe you were right. Maybe you could, can, should, will, do, did and succeed. Im not saying that bullshit about believing in yourself. \nI don\u2019t and im still making it happen. \nSo pull up your suspenders and take off those spurs. Let the horse do the teaching for a while.","id":"17880084538888438","media_type":"IMAGE","timestamp":"2020-11-15T02:27:48+0000","username":"bellaeflynn","permalink":"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/p\/CHmDmOCnR1y\/"}