Dude, man, brah, you\'re totally right! What the hell I\'m I doing thinking about my life and future, I gotta be thinkin about the Breakfast\'s future! How unbelievably seflish I\'ve been. I\'m repenting my futile ways right now, in front of all y\'all dot infoers, my mission is now to help these guys make it. Get a Phd, screw that, how does that help the Breakfast? Answer: it doesnt, bye-bye. Savin money for applications? I can use that money to fly out to Wisonsin and get drunk at some bar and talk up my buddies. Money for school? Fuck it, I\'m gonna trip my balls off in San Diego and tell everyone this is the best band ever. Work? Lame, I work for the Breakfast now. My house? Whatever, I don\'t see the Breakfast living here, do you? My band? Is it called the Breakfast, let me check...nope, peace out guys, I\'m off to Tennesee!
I can see it now, years later, Breakfast is the biggest thing since Nickelback! Money, fans, cars, houses, and I helped! "Hey Ron, awesome show man (at f\'n Meadowlands, biatch!), say, my rent\'s overdue, can you spot me a few bucks? No? Oh well, that\'s cool man. Oh, take a shower? Sure, once I sell enough frienship bracelets and veggie burritoes to get my water turned back on." Man, years after that, Breakfast are rock legends! I can tell my kids how I was part of that musical revolution (they\'ll have plenty of time to listen, since I have no money to send them to college). Now I can lay on my deathbed and thank God above that I sacrificed my life for, not the poor, the sick, or the homeless diseased orphans, but the mother f\'n Breakfast!
Dude fuck that