jersey mike doesn't dream about her, i'll tell you that much.  girls don't want guys who dream about them.
- What happened to your counselor.
oh, I'm going to love her on tuesday or wednesday. 

girls don't want guys who hide in their skirts.  i need an ashtray for my slab.  i've been literring like a, well like a bug.  that's not fair, man.  bug's have a nasty reputation.  that day we were at skid row, i was was thinking over me putting my butt out in the garbage container in front of the residents amidst all the trash and i almost wanted to laugh embarrassed, if i wasn't so anxious or paranoid about my world possibly deciding to end me

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