“Toast to a Roast (a formal introduction)”

I’m an asshole, okay? At the end of the day, the rainbow, the therapy session, the nut; I’m a dick, waiting to bust. So what?

I blow Gelato, and eat Talenti, in remembrance of my mother. We weren’t the typical mother and son bond that I longed for; but life is perfect in the vision it gives you, and in clarity, you realize that you don’t get another one — so fuck it.