“Wolverine: Old Man Logan, Vol. 2: Bordertown”

“I’m Wolverine. Or, I was. That…that was a long time ago.
I buried the Wolverine. Or, I did. That…that was a long time ago.
But then I had to dig up the Wolverine. I needed him for one last job. But that…that was a long time ago. Not as long ago as the burying Wolverine, but…that was a medium long time ago.
Problem is, wherever there’s Wolverine, the trouble follows.
But what I realized is that it’s not the Wolverine. It’s me. It’s Logan.
The trouble follows me.
And it doesn’t follow me. It IS me. I AM the trouble.
There’s a dark past in my rearview mirror, and objects in mirror are closer than they appear. And darkness is slimming, so even though I see darkness in my rearview, and it looks like a lot of darkness, it’s even more darkness than it looks like to me because of the slimming and the mirror.
I can’t outrun it. Not forever. But I can sure as hell try. At least until McDonald’s switches over to breakfast. Then I can take a break and get a hash brown or 6, then continue outrunning the darkness again. For now. Not forever.”