punched up a letter to the old me that said drink more water and get more sleep you should probably plan ahead and put some pennies in a bank this will last longer than you think i read it once and ripped it into shreds and screamed some cliched shit like carpe diem kerouac was a hack and kesey was a square ill die before listening but you dont ever let me slip or sink or get away with bullshit alchemy ive turned a lot of diamond back to coal through the tears ill never trust my own instincts theyre wrong and youre right about everything the crips and bloods got day jobs in the boring years when they handed me the city keys they said respect this man of noble dignity hell never shit the bed or show up late with eyes all red hes got cleaner piss that me in the center of town youll see a 25 foot sculpture in honor of me with a plaque that reads the most pitiful son of a bitch weve ever seen at the ribbon cutting ceremony ill make a solemn vow to the bourgeoisie i will never be the stone grinding in your gears ill never trust my own instincts theyre wrong and youre right about everything gg allin does my taxes in the boring years