I also feel like the reason that a lot of
men do the things they do is for love either
of themselves or of someone else.
I think the reason men go to work is because they love their family.
I think that love is a very powerful driving force.
In a bar,
in a nice,
bright bar,
somewhere on Long Island,
you're sitting with your friends.
When I find out about you, you'll be shy.
I'll get a little drunk,
I'll invite you to a dance.
It's like a date, the first date.
And so,
by chance,
we'll suddenly become a couple.
I'll introduce myself to your mom,
give her Christmas presents.
We'll have a boy and his younger brother.
We'll buy a house for Brighton.
We'll bring a dog, a ring with a big diamond.
She'll have a new finger,
I'll grow old with her.
I'll be a faggot daddy, I'll cry like a girl.
On and Yandex, I'll find my happiness.
Somewhere in some bar, you'll ask, where is it?
I don't know, it doesn't exist.
It's just a fantasy.