Leaving Oakland alone well after bars have all closed--and fuck this far walk back to Crafton where your widowed father resides. I think its bullshit to say that we could have this easier. Well I’m older now, I hope that Brian forgives me. Cuz it’s a long walk from here out to the end of your block. Cuz it’s a long walk from here out to the end of your block but it’s a record crate that says “Read my lips, won’t take your calls, I’m like a block away.” And in a happy tone that trails off to consistent complaining. I can’t believe you sold my guest list spot to see Hot Water’s tour. I can’t hear over that ghost, so loud I read the captions from my TV. Drew it’s a long walk from here to the end of Coltart.