But, sometimes, and this isn't meant to make anyone become sad, ** cue hisses ** I know, I know, no one wants to hear the serious side especially after jamming to the Beatles and Ratdog (not necessarily in that order), but it got me thinking, how can I lead them to a better world, when my world is constantly jamming itself in the rear? I've always made it out on both feet, but how long can you do this without causing damage to the ones around ya? It's hard being a leader when you need a leader yourself, are you digging me, understanding me, comprehende SA. I care too much for my family and sometimes, if you ran into me in a darkened alley, you would say, "Tony?" And I would say what? Who the fuck is Tony? Oh that's me. Yeah, I forgot, I'm the one who started all this shit. ** cue canned applause *** So you see Furthur people, Deadheads, Freaks, Goddesses and Leprachauns, just because I think I know what I'm talking about doesn't necessarily mean I know what the FUCK I'm talking about. I just want a better place for my children to live, I just want to be surrounded by all the crazy shit I went through, and be able to make some damn sense of it all. Not many people can survive mental intact, or lack of thereof without thinking for a fleeting glimpse what the fuck am I supposed to do? Was I a shit magnet for all the other flies? Am I living some predetermined destiny where one day these unicorns I so often make fun of will appear at my front door and say, "Dude, what the fuck you doing?"
So people, turn on that lovelight, I am done rambling. Feels good to ramble to cyberspace. Hellooooooo? Is there anybody out there? God Bless you Roger Waters. Thank you and goodnight.