Tonight you’re worried about losing your meal ticket. Your honey is moving out of state.
The next thing you know, you hear the neighbors upstairs arguing about whether you’re mentally ill,…or not. Oh, it’s no use, you might as well get up and clean…that home-made bath tub meth will come in handy.
You dont know why you can’t sleep. Maybe your perm is too tight.
Or is it that the cable guy is supposed to be here btwn midnight and 4am.
It might have something to do with that voodoo priest you stole a parking space from.
Or maybe it’s that stupid baby in your belly that keeps trying to get born.