and the grass, if it grew at all, grew derelict out of the concrete like trash salad. I’m not sayin
and the grass, if it grew at all, grew derelict out of the concrete like trash salad. I’m not sayin
See, the problem is when you old, everybody think you satisfied with the livin you’ve done. They like to think of you as perfumed in dry piss waitin for your call to sunset. Never mind you could have a whole twenty years left. They’ll still act like your back is crooked. You think I just come out here to expire?