Real-fucking-high

"You creep!  How do you expect me to be able to concentrate when you can't stop whispering?  I've been thinking about you since the first time we met.  It's not because you're in the band, you know.  I mean, anyone can play guitar.  Sometimes I just want to jump off this ride and pull the ripcord.  But knowing my luck the damn thing would fail, and I'd end up rotting away in a hospital like some vegetable.  So here's the deal: you're going to have to prove yourself, or I'm outta here." "I can't.  It's like -- all this time I've been writing a lurgee to commemorate the end of this whole thing.   Like we were just riding along all hunky-dory a