The Universe has seen it fit to show me my vanity.
My job is now to guard against it.
Strange, I know, but I want to be more like my younger brothers.
They are an inspiration.
I don’t want to be in a spaceship. I want to be a spaceship.
I need a good long ride. Like two hours of just the road and I.
Or some weed.
It’s dark and it’s raining and I’m out of greens. Two strikes. My girl is at her place so make that three strikes.