OK down to business, I got my wild cherry diet Pepsi, I got my black jack gum here and I got that feeling, you know that familiar feeling that something rank is going down out there.

Yeah I can smell it, I can almost taste it. The ripeness in the air, its everywhere. Its running through that old pipeline out there trickling along that dumb concrete river and coming out the drains of those lovely homes we live in.

I dont know.... everywhere I look it seems everything has sold out. My dad sold out and my mom sold out years ago when she had me, and then they sold me out when they brought me to this hole in the world. They made me everything I am today so naturally I hate the bastards.

Yes Hard Harry would like to keep his 3 listeners glued with the blues but the question is how far will you go, how far can you go to amaze and disgust in insatiable Hard Harry. I mean how serious are you? I ask you that.

Got a lot of letters here guys.

Dear Hard Harry my boyfriend wont talk to me how do I show him I really love him.

Look I don't know anything about these letters asking me for love advice, I mean if I knew anything about love I would be out there making it instead of sitting here talking to you guys.

Dear Harry I think you boring and obnoxious and have an high opinion of yourself. I think school is ok if you look at it right. I just dont see why you cant be cheerful for one second.

I'll tell you since you asked. I just arrived in this stupid suburb, I have no friends, no money, no car, no licence, and even if I did have a licence all I could do is drive to some stupid mall, maybe if Im lucky play some f***in video games smoke a joint and get stupid. You see there's nothing to do anymore. Everything decent's been done, all the cool themes have been used up and turned into theme-parks. So I dont really find it cheerful to be living in the middle of an exhausted decade where there's nothing to look forward to and nobody to look up to. *Shakes head* That was deep. Im beat, Im whipped its quittin time. Laters.