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My mother died.

I went home. We buried her.
All of my money went to her funeral.

I was told that three Gypsies were robbing my mother's grave.

They are stealing her gold, money, and valuables.

I cut off all their heads and stuck them on fence posts.

I have my own laws.
If you don't encroach on what is holy…

I'll leave you among the living.

 My girlfriend is allergic to me.

Kick my own fucking teeth out.

 
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It's nice to hear it and it's nice to say it.

 I am happy.

That didn't happen the way I imagined it would..
Oh well, rock and roll.

One morning, over at Elizabeth's beach house, she asked me if I'd rather go water-skiing or lay out. And I realized that not only did I not want to answer that question, but I never wanted to answer another water-sports question, or see any of these people again for the rest of my life.

 Family reunion.