You live your life. A good life or so you think. Then one day you wake up and really take a hard look around.
You are living out of a crate, near a pier and smell like day old fish. Yea, you still have your looks but how long will that last. You ask yourself..."How did I get here?" and "Why am I living this way?" "Who the hell's red crate is this anyway?"
-Maltese by the water in Charleston
