Then I Woke Up at 3 30 a.m.

i was woken up at three 30 a m by some one pashing a pan at my door. It's only really when the bag went over the head that i thought this might be more sinister than ihad initially anticipated. I had images of gerald coming out and doing a rap with pink or something. And then eventually someone does take to the stage, and it's, sir, it's not pink, is it? Noh, em. It was eli roberts feele. Put you, no, put your fingers on obythe just to explain to the listener, why i'm batiny. Ye, ye. I see. Come or philip,