i knew this guy named chuck once. and he said i think i understand where you're coming from, and i think i know where you're going. and i said could you give me a lift? and he said sure but keep some things in mind, i'm the driver you're my passenger, i'm a taxi service, i get paid at the end. i'm not your mentor and i'm certainlly not your friend. you'll have to speak through the grid, you might have to shout to be heard. and i thought how absurd is this life, driving to lala land on the edge of a knife. i put everything i knew into that gas tank, i got everything i know out of the exaust pipe. but i guess i should thank, chuck.