I'm Not Wearing Crocks, I Don't Need Them.

"i can't believe much i missed massachusetts and how lucky i was to grow up there," he says. "You don't takin a nibble ... you'd have no pants on like a sock some ship, just fickin ass up in the fuckan." The writer's wife gave him crocks as a gift because she likes his writing. He doesn't want them; they're never the same after being put in boiling water for a minute.