Society is this big, Olympic-sized swimming pool. But it’s not full of water. It’s full of s***. And we all live underneath it. But unfortunately, the pool’s all cracked and broken and the s*** keeps pouring down. And every time the s*** runs out, I go there with my bucket, I catch the s***, I patch it up with a little bit of masking tape. Hopefully that holds the s*** in for a little while. Then I run on to the next crack with my bucket and catch more s***. And then they pay me at the end of the month. I’m a bucket man.[to Grace]
