Sometimes he was like f+ck it just went ahead and stuck em let em fall where they stood crack another bottle and brood hysterically on the ridiculous he had a meticulous knack for belittling the serious, berating feelings and imposing his will in a furious fashion. He liked knives and passion, and will cash in on your lashings. A vigilante, stealing antes to match the chips. The missing teeth of split lipped grinns bidding his amends to the dense. sent to cleanse, the fences on the perimeter. a distributor of disasters. contributor to the laughter in the stoical spleens of nerdy teens, always cheering for the away team. He was the benefactor of traction-less tractors rotting in the mud. He was a slacker, smothering the world in love. He was above all else, on drugs.