My dad used to talk about those guys. Now? Fuckin’ drum machines, some ignorant poetry, and any fuckin’ fourth grade dropout ditsoon is chairman of the board. Gangster.
Oh, sure thing Chris... your dad used to talk music and Sinatra with you, when you were like 2 years old, right?
-I shot him a coupla' times. -What's a couple? -Hmm, more than a couple... Really I don't know the exact amount, maybe I shot him 10 times, 12 times? -Maybe fifteen? -Hmm, it could've been fifteen...
