If you ever get out of here; go to that place I talked about; the 7-11 at the edge of town; it’s far so take a bus and a sack lunch; go to the end of the beer isle and look for a beer can that looks like no other; under that can is a box of Girl Scout Cookies; you may need a butter knife to pry up the sticky box; take that box and remember the town I talked about…Barstow; where the sun sits highest by the cactus shaped like a wang; that’s where I’ll be; I’ve always want to buy a beat up little motel; I’ll fix up that Motel 6 and manage it; I’ll always need an assistant manager to help out. don’t forget Barstow Cali-For-ni-a.
