He's not a movie star, Now he has to go deal with mom and dad.

You got me again.

This library.  Not Jack in the Box.  Not the colors, not the actors.

I'm your actor.  My nature works to perfection with your—This guy scratched his dick then licked his finger, then he scratched his thigh and the guy next to him stared at him.  When it was another man's turn to use the computer, he let me go ahead of him.  One guy was trying to type up his lyrics.  One man looked up head lice.  Headbands and dreadlocks. This is reality, not black guys praising me.  This library is beautiful on the outside.  The inside people have to work for it.  

I'm a tourist The only sovineur I deserve is the In Touch.

At least I got to feel what it would be like.

I'm still sychzophrenic.  And you guys didn't hurt my feelings.  Don't show any footage of me dancing on my blog.  That was really cool.  Best night of my life.