You know, I think I'm going to become a hobo and live life day to day.
Really? My father did that for two years after mom divorced him for trying to rape one of his secretaries.
Why for only two years?
Some street gang offered him a bottle of vodka if he laid out in the interstate for a while. Two minutes later he got run over by a coked up Russel Simmons on his way to exploit some inner city kids
