the heckler, all the time, he screams at me, how are you doing that boy, how could you possibly think you could that? you ain’t superman, you aint even captain canuck, you’re captain fuck-all.
and of course i try to drown him in scotch and mourning and racing the car through tight cobblestone streets.
it only cheers him up.
hey captain fuck-all, this is some wild ride in the back seat here. it’s like a roller coaster, but without the rails, or the belt, or any common sense whatsoever.
i pitch the junk of metal that is my car right off a cliff. how about that for a ride?
hey, what is that your problem captain fuck-all? what is your motherfucking deal?