I use to stare out the window, I'd write and I'd smoke and I'd drink.

Today I look out and see gray and shit and grass.

I never understood why Gale has so many cats.

Theres a birthday party up the street.

A block party down the next. And people seem to be having a good time.

I see a kid with a kite. Looks like he might only have a mom.

I know theres one on Riverview Drive.

I know theres one on Spring Branch.

If only they would put that on our taxes.

I go into that liquor store everyday. Over theres a dope dealer.

And that girl isn't a prostitute. Only a whore.

Thats all there is.

I got eighty sixed from that bar down the street.

It was all good till they unplugged my Motorhead.

Oh look, theres some friends of mine.

Sit back, relax and go to sleep.

No use in buying a guide.

I already laid it out.

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