There comes a time when you just got to roll the dice. The more riding on the roll, the more alive you are. . . heart beating, blood pumping. No matter what number faces, you are going to make it through. It may suck. Perhaps you're in for a shitload of pain. Maybe you'll get your legs broken by some big ugly motherfucker. But you stepped up to the table. You took the chance. You played the game. And maybe. . .
You can sit at the edge of the cliff or you can take a deep breath and make the plunge. Your heart knows what's true. Your soul longs for something so much more real than the 9 to 5 lie.
Please, P-Town Peeps, let's take it up a notch. Life is short and there is so much living yet to stomp and scream. Rise up livers and lovers! Let's take back this Country. Let's create a new economy. Let's live free or die!
I can't play by the rules anymore. Maybe I've grown too old. But for Christ's sake! The rules are fixed and the children are bleeding. It's time for a change.
I'm heading Home to the Blue. When I return to P-town, I'm tearing it up, setting it afire, erupting the primal roar! I dare you to believe.
Hear it goes. . .
Baby needs a new pair of shoes. . .
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