Goddamn, I'm gonna be turnin' 21 any day now. Maybe I should get out of Mommy's basement and get a job at Kroger as a bag-boy and find me a rich cougar.
Shit, next thing you know, I'll be collecting Social Security.
Maybe my tax-babe that's young enough to be my daughter that thinks she's my mother can be my savior.
I should get some sleep, dump the sand out of my boots and hit this again.