I can't live the button-down life like you. I want it all: the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles! Sure, I might offend a few of the blue-noses with my c ocky stride and musky odors. Oh, I'll never be the darling of the so-called "City Fathers" who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards, and talk about "What's to be done with this Kevin Hicks?"
I take her out to a nice dinner. She looks amazing. Some guy tries to hit on her. Now he wants to fight. So I grab him, I throw him into a jukebox. Then the other ninja's got a knife. He comes at me, we grapple, I turn his knife on him. Blood on the dance floor. She's scared now. I take her home, I'm holding her in my arms. I reach in for a kiss. I hear something in the leaves. I flip her around; she gets a poison arrow right in her back. she was in on it the whole time. But I knew.