Where is it I've read that someone condemned to death says or thinks, an hour before his death, that if he had to live on some high rock, on such a narrow ledge that he'd only room to stand, and the ocean, everlasting darkness, everlasting solitude, everlasting tempest around him, if he had to remain standing on a square yard of space all his life, a thousand years, eternity, it were better to live so than to die at once. Only to live, to live and live! Life, whatever it may be! ( / )
YOU LITTLE SON OF A BITCH BALL! WHY DON’T YOU JUST GO HOME?! THAT’S YOUR HOME! ARE YOU TOO GOOD FOR YOUR HOME?! ANSWER ME! SUCK MY WHITE ASS, BALL!

YOU LITTLE SON OF A BITCH BALL! WHY DON’T YOU JUST GO HOME?! THAT’S YOUR HOME! ARE YOU TOO GOOD FOR YOUR HOME?! ANSWER ME! SUCK MY WHITE ASS, BALL!

Show Notes