A little jingle I came up with on 9/11:
I wasn't gonna crash a plane, but then I got high.
I wasn't gonna start world war 3, but then I got high.
Now I'm blown to hell, and I know why.
Cuz I got high, cuz I got high, cuz I got high
la da da da bop da da!
I know that sounds fucked up, but that was my way with dealing with the situation. Also proved strangely prophetic (not that you needed to be Nostradamus to figure out what was going to happen next).
I wasn't gonna crash a plane, but then I got high.
I wasn't gonna start world war 3, but then I got high.
Now I'm blown to hell, and I know why.
Cuz I got high, cuz I got high, cuz I got high
la da da da bop da da!
I know that sounds fucked up, but that was my way with dealing with the situation. Also proved strangely prophetic (not that you needed to be Nostradamus to figure out what was going to happen next).

