Drive down the street cant find the keys to my own fucking home. Ill take a walk so I could curse my ass for being dumb. Ill make a right, after the arches, stinking grease and bone. Stopped at the supermarket people stare like Im a dog.
Im going to Lukins. Ive got a spot at Lukins. I knocked the door at Lukins. Open the fridge. Now I know life is worth.
I found the key but I return to find an open door. Some fucking freak who claims I fathered, by rape, her own son. I find my wife, I call the cops, this days works never done. The last I heard that freak was purchasing a fucking gun