RIP HEAVY D
14 years ago
A fugitive from the nine to five forces that ensnare, oppress, and erode vitality with dreary cubicle cages and "voluntary" meetings, passport in hand I peregrinate past border security to lands where breakneck is a foreign concept, where kidnappers will be disappointed to discover I'm hardly a rich gringo, and my view of breathtaking beauties will be less frequently obscured by grazing hordes of fatties.
In other words: directionless and shirking responsibility.