Standing outside Trump Tower in downtown Chicago at 1AM listening to Sxmpra while processing thru my collection of crises for one of the last moments I have to dwell on it all before deadlines finally arrive in 2 days knowing no matter what decisions i do or do not make it will still leave my "wife" and children abruptly homeless compounded by the loss of 90% of all possessions. And no matter how I choose, I still have a 450 horsepower $10,000 black Escalade to seek my demise in. Think I aughta get a suicide door kit installed on that MF, call it Kurt Cobain. It's a good thing i have a good imagination since life is imaginary. Dueces peeps, The Highayman, Steve0 Long Typewriter White is out dis bitch