“I quit. I give up. Nothing’s good enough for anybody else, it seems.”
Now on stage four: watch a cynical, average man self-destruct in a puff of smoke and bitterness. Buzz, buzz, buzz, did you hear the buzz? You must have, we’ve paid for it. Handsomely.
Not good. Not good. Not good. Not good. I am not good.
By the way…
Father Jack says: “DRRRRRINK!”