if you told me yesterday you needed dry ice, i would have gotten you the driest ice the world could offer, but you didn't ask for no dry ice. you asked for two cases of johnny walker black label and four ladies of the pole and i got them for you didn't i?
didn't i?
my hat is deep and full of magic. i got rabbits, handkerchiefs, and ladies of the pole drinking black label. i got smoke machines, bubble machines, i even got love marines and still the hat goes deeper, but. there ain't no mother fuckin dry ice.
what?
what,. our johnny?
the only thing he's fallen off is his junkies spoon, he's no deader than the suit you're wearing now. he'll be gearing himself up somewhere happy as clam in a fisherman's net. rockers like that never die, they just wither and give me pain.
don't worry about it june, go and have another lunch.
you gonna take care of him?
how about that then, johnny story's father? how did that get under the radar? why doesn't anybody know?
we're going to have to give him something, anything, a bed that's been slept in, a bone for his dog, some token of effort.
what's wrong with you?
they're trying to shut us down!
there is a revolution taking place outside.
come back johnny, come back home.