The paramedic called the press and sold me like a loaf of bread. This was news, and he wanted to be the one to report it.
You have the right to kill me, but you don't have the right to judge me. That's life. There's nobility in that. There's focus. It's genuine. It's crystal and it's pure and it's available to everybody, so just shut your traps and put down your McDonalds, your vaccines, your Us Weekly, your TMZ and the rest of it.
What they're not ready for is guys like you and I and Nails and all the other gnarly gnarlingtons in my life, that we are high priests, Vatican assassin warlocks. Boom. Print that, people. See where that goes.
I've spent, I think, close to the last decade effortlessly and magically converting your tin cans into pure gold.
George Dennison Prentice