so let this whole ordeal be over with before it starts. give the mother fuckers their money, charge my insurance whatever you need to and let me go to bed with this whole ordeal. I can't deal with my name being drug through the mud, just give me some more pachiri pachiri showers, and let the smell of a japanese shower radiate through my house, and when i step out of the bathroom, I feel fresh, the smell is designed to smooth me. I smell it when I walk past the whore houses, pass any place these semi-third worlders could be taking a shower. through the open ditches that carry their crap to the sea.
this is a smell of my childhood, perhaps a smell that soothes me like cinnamon toast crunch to billefer.