You got him, Rimshot! Way to go.

"Unless a Worrell (like you) places his hand on the bark of the tree (like this), and says, 'Yea- I call thee forth, Trantor'..."

"...But what are the chances of that happening?!" 


We are supposed to grow. People have got to change. BUT...some shit is forever. This is forever, for me. R.I.P., Jimmy V.