I Don't Give a Fuck

When i was living faki in new york city, that faken asse used to mop it up with the same dirty, go damn mop. I remember thinking, like, why doesn't he just change the mop here? What i should have done is,  get some bleach and poured it in there,. Still to this day, i can still smell it. And that was like 27 fucktas, half my life ago, a at place bare doesn't even exist any more. That's the fucked up things, fruby, some glass tower, am with talking heads from sea and end and fox news living in there. A ye, you know