Funky Fresh Voltron!

It's the fucking summer man. It's about 3pm, and we're driving down the street right?
We look over to the left, and we see him riding his bike... it's about 90 degrees out ok? And
he has fucking pajama pants on, with a white collard shirt, buttoned all the way up and his name tag on. And he has steel-toed work boots on, and he just looks insane. He's wearing a fanny pack for christ sakes.

Wow, what the hell did you say to him?

We we're just like "What the hell are you doing man?"

And he tells us he's just trying to find a pretty place to do his coke at. Says he wants to get destroyed, but preferably at a pretty place. It makes him feel better he says, about throwing his life away.

That's a trip.

I know. And he goes off to a park. Sits on a bench away from all the action. He's watching the kids play, and the moms and dads. And he starts crying. Crying because he wants to go back to that. All of that shit. It hit him like a tidal wave. Made him think about when he was young. So he opens up his bag, and just starts snorting. He's shaking. He's not stopping. He's going at it and at it.

Wow. I thought it'd have a happy ending, like he opened the bag and dumped it out, you know? Self empowerment bullshit, realised he was better then that.

Happy endings? Are you insane? Here? No man, this is real life. This is everything bad in life, multiplied by ten. You better get used to it man. Otherwise, it'll take you under.