Iknowhowdarkitisforyourightnow.Curledup,lyinginyourownemotionalvomit.Youareinhellnow,Boomhauer.Andtheonlywayoutisthroughalongdarktunnel.Andyouareafraidtogoinbecausethereisatraincommingatyou,carryingaboxcarfullofheartbreak.Well,letmetellyousomething,allyoucandoisletithityouandthentrytofindyourlegs.Iknow.I'vetakethathitmorethenIcanremember.Lookatme,Boomhauer.I'mfatandold,andeverydayI'mgonnawakeupfatterandolder.Butsomehow,Imanagetodragthisfatoldbaldbastardoutintthatalleyeveryday.I'mouttherediggingholes,fallingintothem,climbingout,tryingagain.AndtomorrowI'mgonnahangoutsideatalady'sprison.Andthefirstthingthoseladyconsaregonnaseeafter20yearsisme.WillIgetone?Experiencesaysno.WillIbeouttherenexmonth?IfI'malive,youbetterbelieveit.Yougottagetrightbackonthattanningbad,slipintoatightT-shirt,washoffsomeofthatcologneandgetyourselfoutofthattunnelandintosomestangewoman'sbed!Hel!Yeahman!