Hey ho, where do you go?

Well, it's just another friggin' payday and that means depression. Yea, depression, because, per usual, my checks spent before it ever touches my sweaty little hands.

So what do we do about this system that crushes the soul, sucks out the spirit and mangles the beauty of life?

What system is that, you ask? Why, the Bushorama system, of course.

There's nothing better than being out of debt and in love - reciprocally - with a wonderful, beautiful woman (or man, if your preference runs that route). But do I have any of that going on? Not even!

So I'm whining tonight just to hear myself sound foolish, which is all that whining achieves, in case you didn't know already.

So that's my rap and I'm stoppng it now. Ciao, baby.