[secret garden]

Shouldn’t you be fixin’ somebody a sammich?

[count-your-change]

Right now we're down to following in the steps of our ansisters, we're poaching and gleaning. And eating jam bread, two pieces of bread jammed together.

I tell ya, it's getting so poor in our neighborhood that the thieves are breaking into their own houses cause they know nobody else has anything left to steal.

Some guy robbed the local bank and came away with nothing but a bag of coupons to the tattoo parlor and last years calender. Course if you want the tattoos with ink ya gotta come up with some cash, otherwise it's just all pain, no paint.

I gotta go, a flatlander just found some of my roofing nails in his tire and I just know he needs my help.