I have failed at so many things.
I'm 35 this year, the dream is over.
so I buy a new jacket.
and curse the sun and my friend Kevin.
My hip-hop heroes are dying.
And all I care about.
is your wifi password.
and a blow job.
This is where the joke stops.
And the bananas foster starts!
exclamation and doors.
Oh, honey, isn't that life?
Don't let them see you scared.
And forget about sleeping altogether.
Keep the sound.
of your nightmares down.