You have to, at least from a distance, look as if you know what you're doing, and I can manage that.
And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?
Because ENOUGH is TOO MUCH! And look around ...can you blame us?!
I see the world, it makes me puke, But then I look at you and know, that somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me.
I've gone through managers like people go through shredded wheat. Nobody looks after you.