I had this friend, a good one. He was Irish and he liked whiskey. We ran goods together, did a few jobs. But at one time he wanted to be an artist, and he talked about this poet- he wrote Leaves of Grass I think it's called.
Completely piss drunk, and he could think deeply about it.
People like me and him, some of us can be real smart but this does not mean much.
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I had this friend, a good one. He was Irish and he liked whiskey. We ran goods together, did a few jobs. But at one time he wanted to be an artist, and he talked about this poet- he wrote Leaves of Grass I think it's called.
Completely piss drunk, and he could think deeply about it.
People like me and him, some of us can be real smart but this does not mean much.