What I never understand about a hangover is, where does the breath come from? You know what I mean? I mean, is someone shitting in your mouth?
I wanna grow up and be a critic.
No, I'm not dying, and I sure... ain't dead.
You don't get to be old bein' no fool.
So after Another You I ran off to my very own piece of paradise, my home in Hana.
I bought my parents a home before they died, and they got to see that I was going to be all right. They always thought I would go someplace.