Ein "Kopf hoch" zum richtigen Zeitpunkt

I got what the world would call a normal, boring job.

I wake up in the morning, get dressed, drive myself to work, put on a name tag, take my brain out of my skull, and place it in a drawer. I spend the next nine hours smiling at people, pretending to be interested in their happiness, tolerating the company of my co-workers, staring at the clock.

At the end of the day, I take my name tag off, open the drawer, reach for my brain, plop it back inside, walk to the employee parking lot, drive myself home. And it's really, really, really boring. It looks like I'm gonna be doing it for a long, long time.

Aber im Gegensatz zu Nancy bei Weeds lege ich mich nicht mit der mexikanischen Drogenmafia an. Ha! Bin nämlich ein Mann und voll schlau. Aber hallo!