don't you know we're outlaws
givin' the finger to death itself
Boss, ha. Dunno why I find it amusin’, but I do an’ chuckle quietly to myself. Maybe it’s because I’ve only ever been the boss’a a couple’a a people before this year. Didn’t need any more info than what came through this here door, but now there’s more an’ half-gutter rat Raza Ekambe is bein’ called boss.
At least the monsoons are still predictable.
“Yep. Put ‘em all on. If we need more, I got some empty bags in the back an’ we can fill ‘em.” It ain’t easy work, that’s for sure. Backbreaking, really. When did I get old? I’m poised to finish the nails in one’a the slats when the wind blows the top half’a a palm tree into me. It doesn’t really hurt, but I am surprised, dropping the nails with a curse. “Fuckin’ hell.” Luckily they’re easy to see an’ i can keep at it, but we’re gonna need to finish this more quickly than I thought.
At least the monsoons are still predictable.
“Yep. Put ‘em all on. If we need more, I got some empty bags in the back an’ we can fill ‘em.” It ain’t easy work, that’s for sure. Backbreaking, really. When did I get old? I’m poised to finish the nails in one’a the slats when the wind blows the top half’a a palm tree into me. It doesn’t really hurt, but I am surprised, dropping the nails with a curse. “Fuckin’ hell.” Luckily they’re easy to see an’ i can keep at it, but we’re gonna need to finish this more quickly than I thought.
we got no one to hide from
no one to toast our health
RAZA
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