I wouldn’t say no to naked pictures from you. See, I’m over here worrin’ about bein’ unemployed, Watchin’ my sister walk with cane at 17,–Readin’ obituaries with gusto, hopin’ for teen car-crashes–Because she’s gonna have to have someone die to stop her pain,–‘n even that ain’t gonna be permanent. Worryin’ I’m bein’ some sort of …
