My Friend

I, umm had this friend, yeah that’s it, I-He’d been drinking quite a bit.   A long, gross story short   Take my-his word for it, When he-I say ‘This tastes like shit’.

Oh, you starry-eyed, naive piece of hippie shit. Rights aren't guaranteed or protected or unalienable and they certainly can't be defended for future use or for someone else. Rights are asserted.