I just want to make sure everyone knows that I tried to warn you of violations against my work years ago, but you didn't believe me. Now that all my best songs have been ruined and all the laughs have been drained from my writing and all my money has been spent on parties for people who hate me, now you believe me. And that's only because I kept working through three terms of homelessness, welfare, disability, and a gauntlet of angry fans to end up where I presently am - the same men's shelter from which I first issued my public warnings.
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