texts: Sometimes 76 or 80. Sometimes I squeeze a few more hours in the morning. Eighty miles a day, a hundred miles a night. </s> <s> You must be rich. </s> <s> It keeps ya busy. </s> <s> You know what you remind me of? </s> <s> What?
labels: That song by Kris Kristofferson, where it's said "Like a pusher, party truth, partly fiction, a walking contradiction". 