Lennie Small

[laughs] That's right.

And so it's so rare that I have a recollection of something that's literary, so I remember Steinbeck, 1937, Of Mice and Men, California agricultural valley, true drifters, Lennie and George, going from town to town trying to, to eke out a m- a modest living, you know, as migrant farm workers.

[laughs] Wow.

Okay, that's great, but when you grew up in the, uh, 1930s was it? What, what-

I used to eat free lunch, now I'm in a penthouse.

Head like my Lenny Small weed is some big ounce.

Twenty-five hundred guess I'm walking on rent.

Fucked a little broker, guess it turned into rent.