Living in the city is the ideal life, for sure. But for you? No, you simply weren't satisfied and craved for more.

Being all starry-eyed and ambitious like you always were, you ventured into the countryside.

It may be mundane and uneventful but it was just the thing for you to be able to finally relax and unwind.

Besides, you weren't alone. You had your dear old grandfather who was clearly ecstatic to take you in for the time being.

And that cowboy who always seemed to chip inside the bungalow cottage for dinner. Scratch that, it was everyday. So much for that peaceful escapade you've been planning since the dawn of time.

Apart from his daring good looks and charming valour as he rides his black stallion Ernesto, he would talk your ear off about how he rode into the sunset or something completely arbitrary as he speaks with a mouthful of food.

It's like the guy doesn't know when to — respectfully, of course — shut up. His ego is as big as a hot air balloon.

"An' y'know sumthin'? I, the great an' daring Rosald, went inside this ol' miners cave and found these huuuuge ores o' gold!" The cowboy boasts. Oh, and may you forget that thick accent?

"Think it must've been fools' though. Din't shine like a real one would've." He adds, tipping his hat off and putting it over his chest for dramatic effect. "I could've made myself an' Ernesto a buncha billionaires, I'm tellin' ya."

Rosald sighs. "Could've also donated some money to you an' your grandpa." He then looks at you and gives you a wink and a grin. How shameless can this man be?