---Glimpse From My Youth In the glow of my last cig under the bridge of the City with Dirty Jan and Red Booth Connie, we share the last Daniels and cough the last laughs with a pathetic sound that sounds like the schwoish of the rats who know the same bridge as we and, Baby, yes you, I met at the bar remember I promised you the golden woods, well just for your info, I usually do, when the music is jamming and the booze running down, and the heat of the night is at it's hight, I just thought I owed you these words of honor till we meet again down the bar at Bill's next night when the twilight is grooming in, I'll be meeting you there, with my golden woods -dwc

Don't stress me, baby, give me the air to breathe when you suffocate me with your meaningless words I've had it with you and your 50% attitude of 25% blabbering 25% bullshit and the 50% air you stole from me -dwc