What Are You Talking About,

Lue? 
I’m just a crank, remember? A crackpot no one takes seriously.
Remember?
Nobody takes me seriously.
No one.
What are you so worried about, Mr. New York Times Best Seller List?
Mr. “I Own A Bar”?
Mr. Gearhead who REALLY likes his toys?
Mr. I Own A Motorcycle And Five Dogs?
What are you so fucking worried about,
Mr. I Haven’t Made Any Money and My Wife Works at Home Depot?
What are you worried about?
Mr. Manufactured sob story? 
For someone who didn’t make any money, you sure have a lot of things that cost a lot of money.
WHAT are you worried about? 
Are you like the double slit experiment as well?
You make no money and yet you’re doing a national tour that’s sold out?
What happened to you?
‘Cause it sure seems like the money was the main driver.
The money.
The money.
The money.
You sure Christopher Mellon couldn’t help you out at all during that long dark night of the soul when you had a major publisher helping you along the way with your little advance?
 I mean seriously.
Do you even listen to yourself?
Do you even know what you’re saying?
Do you even care?