Once You’ve Truly Stopped Jaggin’ Off We Will Treat You Fer That Jiggin’

I applied as a mental patient once.

The beggars wouldn’t have me.

I wasn’t fit they said.

Didn’t meet the intake standards of sober and clean.

THAT was crazy, I thought.

Too fucking crazy for me.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Confessing yer sins is a personal thing until one brings tithing into the peekture. Now yer meddlemen are in control…

Fleetwood Mac – Go Your Own Way