In the old banks, a spot in the days, I know ai belong here, but I still have dream in my dream of this play we we're gonna turn this place into,this beautiful even keel wasn't my dream it was a bone simple plateau, a rest to gather the breath. I still see the vision but it locked in to so much. I'dd this place to be a Greek Amphitheater, not even for mma, man we a vibe that not ever got to be pressed and developed. We're a big deal, but we were the whole deal. Just when the lights were flying, everyone cared but they just looked at the lights go by.
I still get sick, with the way the way this fucking world is going. We have something here that hasn't been completely destroyed (aside you fuckhead detractors). To me, This is so basic.Biologically, I'll be dead in maybe 11 years, you can live without me. But for lack of money, I traded a whole life.
I seem like a joke to you. I worked in a lumber and broke my spine, I couldn't walk, it took almost 2 years to get into wheelchair. I lost eveything, this place included. Amputate my hand my foot my leg, ...this went quiet but for pete and tachy, they ran my shit while I was in hospital for 3 months tearing me up... so I lost my spot, but Tachy and Pete we're looking out, and I'm still geting checks.
That's why
