Listen to me. No more kids.
I’m sure you don’t like to hear it. There’s something
wrong with you people. You are repeatedly sending
out bad vibes.
Now let me waist your time. Dask brings you backdrafts.
I’m fishing in sheepshead bay night blues. From out of no
where the family asks me what happened to toe. I wasn’t
there I have no clue. He has a shiner. There asking what did
I do? I was fly lining chunks for blues in the chum slick in
the stern. What do you think of me? These sissy’s are constantly
Pulling each other’s hair and scratching each other. I try to reason
with them with a simple conversation. One of them wants to call
the cops on me. This has nothing to do with me. I just walked away.
Let’s go to the movies.
Call the bus.