have we met? maybe you could come up to my treehouse sometime. we could peel the brains and suck the dopamine. it would be just like my 3rd grade christmas. there was a play and i was "the littlest fir tree". sister rosalia came by and pissed all over my trunk. it wasn't any goddamn good at all. no, not at all. i looked up and i was in DALLAS at the cottonbowl in front of 50,000 screaming cannibals praying i would be cornholed TO DEATH in a particularly cold-blooded fashion with lemonade too, by a rodeo clown. by a rodeo clown.