Beam was a high energy person. He liked to shake hands and talk real close. then one day the whole fucken world changed and just like that poof! he collapsed in a terrible column of smoke and hailstone only to reappear later as some kind of cleaner figment of our imagination, maybe a guy that wears a hat and nods at you real important-like, in the middle of the streets in broad daylight and everyone’s pistol is out but you don’t care because you’re an NBA Basketball star or some other real athletic person who can flick marbles with their fucken fingernail all real deep and shit like this with their thumb which side will it land on oh wait it’s a fucken marble

I don’t make the rules. He flicked you a switch, better get to crackin’ boys.

Don’t wish to me various ailments, get a move on!