[I lied my face off when I said that I would be okay. It's never fine when you go away. These cuts run deep, these scars are permanent. And always on display. This makes things difficult for me.]
[Nasty thoughts are more like worms in the cauliflower!]
[I'm having trouble trying to sleep. I'm counting sheep but running out. As time ticks by. And still I try. No rest for crosstops in my mind. On my own... here we go.]
[My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home.]
[WHERE THEY'VE KEPT UP THE BUILDINGS]
[YOU GOT BOWLING. YOU GOT GOOD FOOD. IT'S GREAT. WHATEVER AL'S CRANKING OUT. ORGANIC TROUT AND BEET SALADS. RECOGNIZING THAT YOU’VE SUFFERED NO DISGRACE. SMOKED TROUT AND BEET SALAD? I LIKE THE SOUNDS OF ALL OF THAT. I'M A BIG BEET FAN.]
[GET THAT SAUTéING. NOW WE CAN ADD OUR BISON. OKAY. THIS IS A TOP ROUND PRODUCT SHAVED REALLY THIN. INTEGRITY, ONCE TARNISHED, OR BROKEN, IS HARD TO RECOVER. CAN'T BEAT THAT. AND I LIKE TO HAVE THIS BE A LITTLE MEDIUM, ESPECIALLY 'CAUSE I'M GONNA THROW IT IN THE PAN AGAIN.]
[It is still raining.]
[What is a writer of fiction but a liar with a licence?]
[HOW WAS IT? IT WAS GREAT.]
[AND HOW LONG ARE YOU GONNA LET THAT REDUCE?]
[TO BE ABLE TO STOP AND WASH DOWN THE '67. SO HERE I AM IN SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS, AND THE ONLY GOOD WRITER WAS A DEAD WRITER HAS COME OUT OF A VENDING MACHINE, SO YOU GOT TO KNOW I WAS TOTALLY BLOWN AWAY]
[(imitates pins crashing) IT IS, BUT, HEY, IT'S COOL.]