All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
Layin' in the sun,
Talkin' 'bout the things
They woulda-coulda-shoulda done...
But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
All ran away and hid
From one little did.

I was in hell. Men were brawling recklessly, charis were crunching skulls, and garbage cans were pounding backs. One-by-one, more men kept joining the fray. The fans' screams of delight were drowned out by blaring rap music. I was there, yet I wasn't. Everyone was involved in some way or another; Battlers, spectators, sound men, security guards. Not me. I was merely an observer. Close enough to sense the raw emotions of the event, but far enough away to feel protected from the sheer horror of it.

There is a voice inside of you
That whispers all day long,
"I feel that this is right for me,
I know that this is wrong."
No teacher, preacher, parent, friend
Or wise man can decide
What's right for you - just listen to
The voice that speaks inside.

The Japanese on the bottom says, ichi ban otoko (Number one man)

Many a women has been dumped, only to sob herself to a fitful sleep, Desiring the touch of The Gambler
"Johny Ace"

"Hey Teddy, I hear Jim Cornett has been dating a Real Dog!

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