My Dearest Tony
Let me remind you of one thing
You only live once.
You might find yourself late at night when you should be going to bed but you can't tear yourself away from your computer screen which is filled with 1970's porn. You might wake up in the morning and wonder why am I in my highschool gym with no clothes on? You might be driving home from work and unexpectedly take a left turn when you should have taken a right and you find yourself on the 4th frame of a bowling game with a woman named Beatrice. You might find yourself wondering, and crying, why you ever got that tatoo on your forehead that shows Bugs Bunny eating a sheet of acid while jumping out of an airpline with a wingsuit on. You might just wonder how things got so damn good...
But none of this matters, Dear Tony, because in NOLA we accept you. Come to us and let the rivers run red with your bloody urine. Let the puke flow from your ears and the milk come flying out of your nose. Take the training wheels off and eat some ass once in a while. Yes, this is the voice of reason. Yes, this is the dream of your childhood.
Yes - you only live once.
And if all else fails, call in the marines to clean up your mess...
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