Sunday, December 12, 2004

Wake Up Man

I respect a person that listens. Listening is a dead art.

Listen, your so drunk that you can barely stand, but still your mouth is moving. Your eyes are blood shot and glazed...I hardly recognize you, and still your mouth is moving. Surrender my friend, or you will die with a bottle in your hand. You're so young. Surrender. Listen.

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