That day we broke those handcuffs, did it make me more or less a sexual revolutionary? Or did it just prove that nothing holds out and nothing seems to do the one thing it was designed for anymore? I wish just once I had a bed that didn't squeak or a door that blocked the sound out. And didn't life seem simpler when I didn't own much and wasn't so obsessed with function function function? Cause everything I own gets lost or broken, just like money never last quite as long as it was supposed to. I wish just once I had a job that paid the rent and left enough time to make living worthwhile. And maybe free electricity, or an honest phone company, or a bank that saved my money, or anything really free or anything useful, or the skills to fix anything I own.