Why am I still here?

i’m frightened what the fuck is this

It’s my rap

Will he take me by the hand? Take me to the land?

Acquired business card of “Weird Opinions Man”. You can make some pretty bizarre connections in this city. I’m not all that interested in weird opinions, but if this is the guy I need to meet to make it big, I couldn’t give a damn. Hands tucked deep into jacket pockets, I slink through the chilly night air. Parking lot. Third floor. 1 AM. I strike a light behind a black cadillac, and there he is leaning, arms arched back against the other side. “Music sucks”, he says. “Music should be illegal.” I almost choke on my 5gum. “What? Why do you think that?” Weird Opinions Man just shrugs, and drops an envelope on the ground before stepping off. All it says inside is “The keebler elf is sexy”