That whole life down there is about cheating and I had to go. being with those Italians over the summer reminded me of the East Side and it put me in a bad mood. That's weird. Someone mentioned that to me a couple years ago. I was taking gigs down there when I was doing tile and an electrician buddy of mine noticed that every time I was working down there I was a miserable prick. I don't go down there anymore and there's nothing left anyhow. I'm the only one still alive. The wages of sin are death. Underneath a million miles of bullshit, we're pure. I want to be that monkey. That is so far beyond money or religion. Religion is cataracts. Nothing matters except that a monkey is true to his school.