Here I Go Again

"Yo, god. I'm bored as shit. Ain't nobody to murk?"
"Relax, brah. I'll let you know what's up when I know what's up."
"Uggggh!"
"I know I know. I'm itching too, but we have to be patient. Play a game or something"
"God, I finished Grand Theft and these niggas on Live make want to murk someone even more."
"You know what you need? Some seafood. City Island?"
"Bet. These nuggets ain't did shit for me."
"You slumming again?"
"Sometimes you just get that urge for some McNuggets. And City Island ain't all that upscale."
"Ha! Just get ready. Some fresh air and water might do you some good. Thirty."
"Thirty."

"I'm a true Americana, don't like no red."
"Red?"
"You know...brits, commies, injuns, Red Sox..."
"I didn't know you were a Yankees fan."
"Watch your mouth. I'm a Braves fan."
"But you don't trust 'injuns'. Sheeeet you might be a 'Skins supporter too."
"Don't you mention them no more. I'm for God's team, the Cowboys."
"Lord jesus"
"Blasphemer!"

...it's something and if you know my style, it's always dialogue first as well as disjointed. It's something...trust me.