Life can be a stress full beast. Even when you live in a cardboard house. Ain’t it funny how stress full it can be when just about every thing goin’ your way? Ya don’t wanna drop them balls. Ya got nine o those things whizzin by in front of yer nose an if ya drop one chances are ya gonna drop ‘em all, cause that risky rythym went an got interrupted. Ya over compensate, children. It’s like goin’ for the highscore on Donkey Kong. If ya lose one man early, what’s the sense of standin’ there playin’ fer two hours when yer all ready one man down? Better to jus start over idn’t it? Well no.Cause yer on yer path, and maybe yer gonna be more care full, maybe yer gonna try a lil harder, look inside and grasp sometin’ y’ain’t never grasped before, because yer that one man down. Gotta make it to a hundred thousand fore ya get that man. Are ya gonna make it kids? Ya drop one ball, ya better let that one go, even if a few more of them balls go with it. It’s easier to keep jugglin’ six then to run around findin’ nine again(maybe one went under the couch and ya won’t never find it?) and startin’ over with three, then addin’ ‘em back. One by one, could take ya to thanksgivin’ for ya get all them balls goin’ again. Trust a desparate man. I only got one ball, and it’s in my pocket. And right now kiddos, that one ball’s enuff fer me. An if ya gave me a quarter, ya can bet I’d play the fuck outta that Young Kong.
