The Brat Child Lives

So I opened a yellow store in Greedhead, Colorado, which is insane and way too much responsibility. I dream of running back to Europa and doing nothing. Eating behind the St. Josep Boqueria in Barcelona, and riding an old bike in the sun. I'm good at nothing. Nothing is my specialty. It's so choice. I'm going to work my way back to it as fast as possible. The world is going to hell in a handbasket, what the hell am I doing trapped in paradise USA, the tip of the golden pyramid. Satan himself owns a home here, in case you didn't know.