They tell you to quit smoking. They tell you to quit drinking. To quit laughing, quit loving, Living. Because it shortens your life, they tell you. Because it's bad for your health, they tell you. Have a drink, friend, have a smoke, that's what's good for the soul. Long walks at two in the morning skipping stones over concrete oceans, that's what's good for the soul. Pretty women with pretty legs, that say all sorts of pretty things, but never too loud, or too often, that's what's good for the soul. Watching as those pretty legs storm out of the hotel room after you said the wrong thing again. Fixing up that last glass of whiskey and enjoying it alone instead. Fighting in the back of bars over spilled drinks or spilled words or someone who slept with someone else. That's what's good for the soul. To take a hit and to hit. To love and to hate. To live. That's what's good for the soul.