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.
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
becoming a SOCIALIST and dating women that you knew DARN
were out of your league and just wanting to "try something new".
Well, you know what? I'm a LOT happier this way.