Oogalala Joe, got nowhere to go.
Looking all around, feeling like a clown.
A rodeo clown, now that's something to be.
A rodeo clown is specific with a job description and a specific set of skills.
Oogalala wants to be a rodeo clown or the Captain (C) of the Bruins.
Or a brain surgeon or a fry cook.
Thankful for the choices.
It's never too late to make a career choice.
There's always hope if you are alive.
Not really.
But it surely sounds good.
Surely it does.
It's also never too late to be what you might have been.
Not really.
There are boundaries, you know.
Lines that you cross that you cannot uncross.
Rubicon.
There's a destination that will fuck you up.
Don't cross it?
You already have.
But listen, buy yourself a premium coffee,
and be nice to an asshole.
That's about as good as your day's gonna get.
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