I woke up. The pain and sickness all over me like an animal. Then I realized what it was. The music coming up from the floor was our old friend, Ludwig Van, and the dreaded Ninth Symphony.
Jesus called, hesaid he’s sick of the disses I told him to quit bitching, this isn’t a fucking hotline For a fucking shrink, sheesh, I already got mine And he’s not fucking working, I think I’m wasting my damn time