Your only responsibility is to put meat on the table. You got a girlfriend? They grind that stuff up and call it meat. Watch what you eat and who you eat. I like quips. Oh Jesus, you killed a hooker!
The world is reverberating back and forth and I hit the frequency and I start to dance to it. Hack-em’s Razor. I get a bad taste in my mouth out here, aluminum, ash, like you can smell a psychosphere. They grind that stuff up and call it meat. I love having my hands in the dirt.