jack nicholson couldn't be more proud, i'm screaming for it to get out of my head but it won't leave, there is no sleep in my life, I wipe the sweat from my forehead at 3 am, podium dreams, paceline visions, what the hell?!? It's gawdaful dusty, tires need air . . . no love has come it's way for a very long time. maybe a dose of tripe will set me straight tomorrow, i doubt it, i just spent the whole night in the basement, what is happening to me??????