Steve Byrne

I was trying to talk to someone on a cell phone.

And it was like this was getting pumped in.

I said, can you turn it down?

How about you turn it down?

And this guy just fucking just stood there.

His whole thing was like, it was like I walked into his apartment and just told him what to do with his fucking stereo.

Like, never moved, never turned it down.

There was never any, like, there wasn't, here's what's going on.

There wasn't an explanation of, hey, man, I don't like it any more than you do, but the fucking boss does, and what can you do?

And yes, I have turned it down before, and he yelled at me, so I'm sorry I can't do it.

Which should be the obvious go-to if he doesn't want to do it.

That's the whole thing about the new breed of $8 an hour fucking brain dead dicks we have in our society.

There's no answer.

They're just standing there.

They just stand there and, like, look at you.

And it's been... I guess this music has fucking destroyed his brain.

It's, like, just eaten away his frontal lobe.

But there's no, I can't turn it down.

Like, you know, what would be... I'll tell you what would be satisfying.

Fuck you.