the daily grind at the shit yard.

I used pretty much to wear work clothes everyday, day after day. Everybody at work was always talking about the afterlife: their future pensions. I thought this talk was very boring, along with their work-talk complaints when we'd go to lunch. Brothers, give it a rest!

Now, I am on the other side of the pension thing, and I have a different perspective on these matters. I have changed my wardrobe too: from work clothes every day, to schmatte and dancing in the streets.

I'll never go back. No way, Jose.

they're all waiting.