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When I need a quiet place to think I go to the cemetery. No matter what time it is, day or night, I go to the cemetery, sit on someone's grave and tell them my story. Who the hell they going to tell?! Shit! I read their headstones "loving husband and father" bullshit! He throws so much horn in her, barely supporting her and the pickney she had for him. Bastard! That is why your ass is 6 feet under my ass right now. Sorry, I digress, like I was saying, I like going to the graveyard - the home and final resting place for the mortal body.