Ripped leather jacket… my cape
Used hat I got from Dustin… my crown
K.D…. some gourmet shit
Hot dogs… might as well be T-bone steaks
There was an old guys house that I wanted in the village where we used to live (he was 12 at the time and mowing lawns for a job) – single bed, 2 chairs, table, little fridge and at the front of the house, a toilet. Put a shower in there and make the bedroom just a bit bigger to fit my TV, a futon and some bookshelves and it’s a palace.
Me on his working overtime every weekend now: “How much are you saving of that? Half?”
Son (with a mom-duh look): “All of it of course.”
And… movie theater philosophy: “Danger is very real, but fear is a choice.”
Something to think about with the stock market these days.