I think in all fairness, I should explain to you exactly what it is that I do. For instance tomorrow morning ill get up nice and early, take a walk down over to the bank and... walk in and see you and uh... if you don't have my money for me, I'll... crack your fuckin' head wide-open in front of everybody in the bank. And just about the time that I'm comin' out of jail, hopefully, you'll be coming out of your coma. And guess what? I'll split your fuckin' head open again. Cause I'm fuckin stupid. I don't give a fuck about jail. That's my business. That's what I do.--------------------- Before he passed Johnny Cochran and I were like THIS SON!. I was stung by a jellyfish and was temporarily partially paralyzed in Bermuda. I bought 5 machetes in Costa Rica. I once bowled a 147. I'm pretty sure I've figured out how to Moon Walk. I once had a piece of glass lodged in my eye. I've made eye contact with a man holding a gun in my backyard who'd shot someone 15 minutes earlier. I lost my birth certificate and SS card but it's OK, I've got the numbers memorized. I was held by knife point by a bum at my friend's house. I've met someone whose birth name is Nimrod. My name really is Milton. Everytime I go back home over breaks the Hipsters in Hollywood make me sick. I want to know how the mullet came back...IT DID! It looks like I'm doing the med school thing...very happy about it.