Thinking About You

All these bastards are darting around, a whole mees of 'em. Every body's got a bonfire, but no body's got a single damned match. How's a guy s'posed to get any thing done around here when there isn't any thing but organic copper pipes and poorly seasoned plate steel to eat? I tell ya, it's a damned miracle any body could ever bake a cake in this environment. damn it.