all walks of life

missed out on Billy Talent audition
sold a house terribly
no cigar like Thompson could.

but I can still write gawdammit!

What we need is a semi! A semi full of joints, full to the brim, I say.

Then we'll drive down Hollywood Boulevard and find that bastard Colin Farrell and make him smoke half the cargo.

All walks of life. 100 joints. No 1000, NO 10,033. why stop there aghuh?

Do you have it in you kiddo, huh? WTF! You'll see the bats,but you'll have to pay.

If I have to turn you sideways on your head and make you pay, goddam, I will! Anyways, children,  it's not the money that matters, it's the precedent. She said it was Misery but oh so what of it. The ankle hasn't healed yet.

Yet, I'm ready to go with my pen and Manink or Womanink. Makes sense don't it? Well in ways you cannot think the end is near. Don't tell them otherwise. The train brothers they plough the range, Eleanor Rigby is not just dust. The cattleprod has been left to rust.