I feel like a famous Indian Chief of the Fagowee nations, who led his tribe for 40 years in the desert amidst starvation, hunger, famine, strife, plague -- finally staggered up to the top of this mountain, drug crazed, looked out and pounded his chest and said, 'Where the fuck are we? Where the fuck are we?

In this state, dig it, you get twenty years for sale of dope to a minor. You only get five to ten for manslaughter. So like, the thing is, if you're selling to…

I only regret that I have but one shirt to give for my country.

All you kiddies remember to lay off the needle drugs, the only dope worth shooting is Richard Nixon.