I've been to Hollywood, I've been to Redwood, I've been a miner
for a heart of Gold (or at least a suitable gold subsitute...Like
brass or even copper, if need be. None of that electro-plated
stuff, mind you, I'm talking the REAL DEAL). I'm a Twenty-Eight
(oh my GOD, 28??!!?? I'm almost 30 and I haven't gotten my first
CAR yet...what's WRONG with me? I know, I know, "If you would
have just gone into the police academy like your father instead
of art school like some...some HIPPIE....you'd have a steady gig
with good benefits and a house in New Jersey with some big-hair
chick wifey and a couple of snot-nosed kids. You'd be livin' the
American dream. Maybe you'd have TWO cars, Mr.
"I'm-too-cool-to-get-a-REAL-job-that's-why-I-work-at-Kinko's-
because-the-writing-thing-hasn't-paid-off-yet"
ever think of that? On the weekends you'd drink Budweiser and
watch "The Game" with your pals in the den or maybe, in the
summer, take a trip to the shore and work on that tan. But
NOOOOO...You had to go and screw it up by going to ART school
and
becoming a SOCIALIST and dating women that you knew DARN
WELL
were out of your league and just wanting to "try something new".
Well, you know what? I'm a LOT happier this way.
I think.
Aww, man...