Fuck the man! He isn't going to hold you down anymore. You grab some rags from your car, mostly old hamburger joint wrappers and bags, you torch em inside your car, soon the whole car is a seering fireball parked on the road in others way. Take that society! You begin walking home, thinking up how many artists you know who are jobless or live on the couch's of people who let em stay over, it's time for such people to come into they'r own dammit!