Whassa missin´, dude.
I likesa very nice spo´ta live in.
Ma famaly `n ev`ryone there.
Ain´t no one feel no problems no more, man.
You believe, fools?
You believe in `em shit-talkers?
I gotta go back, leave `em behind, yo.
Forever, I swear on ma little momma.
But, thingis, we fucked it up. We fucked it real good, I say, but no more I say.
You will see, whens you goe there. You see.

Robert Mel Parkner, The Garden And Why I Came Back