where did that stuff come from, what made you want to make that sound heard? you have to piss at the rain, drenched your jeans with your sweet manly sweat. When you done with it, you lick your upper lip and draw your attention to another corner. Stride, like a midnight cowboy, holding tight to your invisible guns, rightfully at each hand. Smirking while glancing to your left, saw young, young people sitting. laughing their heart out, idling talking about their next conquest or adventure. You still have not figure out what you are goin to do with your next life.