They're not the boss of you. You hear some version of that all your life, and yet you stay in line, nose to the grindstone and your pants pulled up. Well, I suppose I've lived a little out of the mainstream, but only a little. No more. From this point forward I'm living like my party's in power, the good guys are in charge, my team won.
My team, by the way, consists of the underdogs, the kind ones, the folks who understand that it's a short ride and every second that you waste is a second that you've lost. A good nap, by the way, is not a waste. Neither is any time that you spend making someone, or something, happy.
There's plenty of tragedy in this world and there always will be. Use your love like a fireman uses water. You're the boss.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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