Gimme Shelter

Singing along to The Rolling Stones, cruising home over icy roads and around slow traffic.

Hi, Daddy.


Yeah, I told you. I'm scared of liking anybody. You know, like that. Doesn't stop you anyways.

I guess I'm trying to die, and we're all dying, and this is just another way to go about it. Man, I wish I could go puke up that food I just ate.

I just wanna be back on the snow. Back two planking it. Back where I know the score and understand all the rules, and where it occasionally spanks me down but I like it. I wanna be skiing again. Even stuck on the fish-bowl lift in Blue Sky. Take me home, please.

Enough of my drunk-ass bullshit. Even I get tired of it.