So during a conversation with Michelle I came to a disturbing and somewhat not altogether sane line of thought. See, we’re in my living room talking and looking out the door to my front porch which happened to be full of a bunch of wood and ladders and shit belonging to some maintenance guy’s who are working on the building.
I mentioned to Michelle that it would have been courteous of the fuckin landlord to at least tell me that my fuckin porch was gonna be used as a construction dump for a few days. I said there’s no respect any more and I ripped off a short list.
My apartment getting broke into and even though guns got stolen, no one seemed to give a shit. “Ah, maybe not a respect issue so much as they don’t give a fuck issue”. My neighbors trashing the parking lot and leaving crap all over my rear porch and truck. The people from Voyager giving me the bum’s rush and now a porch full of wood and ladders and shit.
And let’s not begin to count all the disrespectful pushy tailgating drivers and all those other muthafuckers out there who think they’re better or more important then me. Anyway as I’m counting shit off on my fingers that’s when suddenly it hit me like a bolt of lightning from the fuckin sky.
I looked at Michelle and said I could see where some cat gets his fill of shit and decides to go out and get his. I understand climbing the bell tower and raging at the world or going off in public and setting an example. Because all a man wants is to be respected and if he can’t be respected or feel that he’s hit the wall that’s when he’ll go out and get some respect.
"and the monkey flipped the switch"