You gotta love livin' baby, cause dyin's a pain in the ass.

Here was the man, the C of the frikkin B, and yeah, he had it all figured out, sugar. Here's two fingers of Maker's Mark, that I wish we could have shared. Salut, and let the fugazis stare in wonderment; yours was the world and everything that was in it, and what's more...but you knew that one.