Regrets

If I knew then what I know now, I'd have become a priest. I mean, I'd get laid about as often, but at the same time I wouldn't hafta worry about money at all, as my house and food and everything would be taken care of. I'd basically loll around reading all day, and then once a week I'd get to prattle on and on to an audience that has been trained to think that if they get up and leave or don't laugh in the right spots then they'll burn in hell for an eternity. My kind of crowd. I'd be the "rascally" priest that partakes in a nip or two at the Rotary Club every once in a while. Fucking hell. Another wrong decision in my life.