Well...well.....look at how the hippie-fukk has changed. Funny how I don't remember you saying things like this when you were hosting dinner parties in your 2 br/2.5 bath/fireplace with park view. You're biggest concern back then was whether or not you should sell your van to one of your roadies, or continue paying the $1200 a month for that uncovered parking space on the 8th floor.
Now look at you....a few years of having your soul and dreams crushed by bad beats and drug fueled bouts of depression, and all of a sudden you've decided that having a dirt floor in your great room and overall residing in squalor gives you the right to lash out against the machine.
Guess that BTP victory didn't quite get you all those corporate sponsorship dollars you thought it would, huh, pal?
Don't forget....its your turn to hang out you and Diego's undergarments on the clothesline today!!

Now look at you....a few years of having your soul and dreams crushed by bad beats and drug fueled bouts of depression, and all of a sudden you've decided that having a dirt floor in your great room and overall residing in squalor gives you the right to lash out against the machine.
Guess that BTP victory didn't quite get you all those corporate sponsorship dollars you thought it would, huh, pal?

Don't forget....its your turn to hang out you and Diego's undergarments on the clothesline today!!

