Great God Mescalito, Where Are You, Brother?

I don't get it, Brother Man.  I've been good.  I haven't been lighting any fires or starting any fights.

Ed:  you dare to call a deity your brother?

Lighten up, brother.  You're as much bullshit as I.

G.G.M.:  do you feel ok?

Yah except for the parts which are fucked-up.

G.G.M.:  do you sleep ok?

Yes again but only when I could be bothered to do it which isn't that often.

G.G.M.:  so why do you need it?

I don't fuckin' need it, I just like it. Ha!

G.G.M.:  you have to ...
Straighten up and fly right, 
straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right, 
cool down papa, don't you blow your top

Great advice when I see how the ones who did that now crash into every damn thing they see, huh?

G.G.M.:  ain't my fault they suck as pilots.

Fair enough, Brother Man.

G.G.M.:  get your ganja from Amazon!

No chance as it's owned by some billionaire and they only get off on smoking money.

G.G.M.:  and cocaine!

Well, yah, but we don't want that shit either.

G.G.M.:  how's your sex life?

Fuck you.  How's yours?

G.G.M.:  ain't gettin' laid, are yewwww?

Nope.

G.G.M.:  you would sleep better!

I'm not trying to sleep better when I couldn't be bothered most of the time anyway.

G.G.M.:  couldn't be bothered with sex or with sleep?

Take yer pick but you ain't answering the question, Deity Dawg.

G.G.M.:  relax.  Miracles happen.

I ain't lookin' for a miracle; I'm lookin' for some ganja.