“What’s that, Lassie?
          Timmy fell down a well?”

       “That’s not me. I swear.”

                    “No, no, no– sorry boys, I don’t sing.”

“—- I have dreams like you, no really!
      Just much less touchy-feely. They
      mainly happen somewhere warm
      and sunny. On an island that I own,
     tanned and rested and alone–
     surrounded by enormous piles of money~ ”

                              “I try,
                                         and I try,

                        and I try.

                                                               But for what?

       I get to live another
       day of this empty
       life. And then it
       starts over again.

                                 Where’s the future I wished
                                 for as a kid? A family, a friend,
                                 someone to care for– a home.



                   "I’ve got n o t h i n g,
                and no matter how many
                steps I think I’m taking
                toward something, I end up
                taking three backwards.”

                                                  “I wasn’t going to do this–”

                “–but you’ve left me with no choice.”

                                              “Here comes the
                                                                              smolder.”