June twenty-ninth. I gotta get in shape. Too much sitting has ruined my body. Too much abuse has gone on for too long. From now on there will be 50 pushups each morning, 50 pullups. There will be no more pills, no more bad food, no more destroyers of my body. From now on will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight.
Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.
I'm gonna give you a little somethin' you can't take off.
- Oooh, that's a bingo! Is that the way you say it? "That's a bingo?"
- You just say "bingo."
- Bingo! How fun! But, I digress. Where were we?
Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man.
I know this is a silly question before I ask it, but can you Americans speak any other language besides English?
You probably heard we ain't in the prisoner-takin' business; we in the killin' Nazi business. And cousin, business is a-boomin'.
Each night when I return the cab to the garage, I have to clean the cum off the back seat. Some nights, I clean off the blood.