John Tesh was my dealer...

and let me tell you, nobody is as bad as an ex speedball freak for hypocrisy, always trying to act all guru on the radio, well we know better, don't we John...don't we. Face transplant? Can a brother get a Yikes? I don't know "where we're going" as a "human race", but I sure am glad I'll be dead for it, except for this sliver anyway; speaking of pie, my little sweet potato, is your mouth dry? Nevermind the construction, watch the pretty colors of our oily waters, it's another beautiful sunset.