Here's what I want Really:
Clear out the house back home of everything except a TV and the sofabed we've had my whole life practically, and sit in the living room all day with the front windows open, watching old movies and reruns of "Robert Young, Family Doctor" and soaps, while consuming an entire pot of perked coffee and an entire can of bake-and-serve Poppin' Fresh orange and cinnamon rolls
Then maybe listen to a wrekord and call up all my friends
Am I gonna get what I want Really:
In the words of the immortal Frank Zappa, No Not Now
What do I get Instead:
Terra chips and toys and free lousy fajitas at the biweekly case lunch. People to talk to. Comics and new clothes, and maybe a little respeckt. For a m'fuhin change.
BTW, if you're the type who would only want to be making the cinnamon rolls from scratch, kindly get the hell off my porch.