|
Don't worry about me, readers. I was fine. The next night I went back to the Shitter.
|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| What would we do, baby, without us? What would we dooo, baby, without us? | |
 | |  |
|
 |
| | |
| This is where it all started. I'd forgotten. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| And there ain't no nothin' we can't love each other throoooough. | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| Maybe I'm not cut out for this love business. Maybe I am too self-centered after all. And maybe that's not all bad. I don't know. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| What would we do, baby, without us? Sha la la la. | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| This band sure hasn't gotten any better. | |
| | |
|
|
|
