was drivin' to Los Angeles from San Fran a while back when I stopped for gas and to relieve myself. Scrawled above the urinal were these words, "one wife, two kids, no job". You can find inspiration in strange places indeed. I wrote the words on a scrap of paper and forgot about it. A year later I find the scrap layin' around. "what then hell's this?", I said. then it all came back to me.
