This is me. Just as a flower does not choose its color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be.
I was thinking I could, like, have this baby, and give it to someone that like totally needs it, like a woman with a bum ovary or a couple of nice lesbos.
A group of young people doing mindless shit all day. Face it man, it’s bound to happen. It always does. It’s biology. Or physics. One of those.
I’m the Dude. So that’s what you call me. That, or His Dudeness … Duder … or El Duderino, if, you know, you’re not into the whole brevity thing.
I started out doing what I had to. Once you’ve done what you had to, they’ll never let you do what you want to.