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Nov. 25th, 2005 12:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saint_monkeyMy name is Mario, and I have a problem.
You see, I got a big rep, a real big rep. A lot to live up to. When you wear the Red and White, you can't go normal. Not me. I'm not goin out with an infarction on christmas day eatin leftover chinese takeout from a soggy box. That ain't my style. Not for me, the big M. I'm gonna go out like my whole family goes out, jumpin barrels, spittin fire and taking the hurt to the hammer throwin thugs on the street. That's how I roll. Fast and furious, ready to rock, 24-7.
Of course, it's hard on the ol' bod, one shroom to get up, one to get down, you spend your time looking for that next fix, the thing to take you to the next 1-Up, but pretty soon it isn't just the 1-Up that you need to take it to the next level, the next thing you know you are pounding on some poor turtle, smacking his ass against a rock to milk him for all the shrooms he's worth. Cause you know, you are always in fear, can never have enough. Cause one day you are on top of the world, the next day, some goomba takes you out. And that's the thing, no matter how big you get, all it takes is one goomba to bring you down. And there are Just. So. Many.
It ain't pretty, baby, but that is life in Mario-town lately. So yeah, I hit the shrooms pretty hard, and an occasional fire flower too, who doesn't? But lately, I began to think that maybe it is time to settle down, take some responsibility. I mean I got my brother into this shit man, and he's a real mess because of me. All holed up in his dirty house huntin ghosts with a vacuum cleaner. That shit is WACK. So I figure, I gotta take it one day at a time, and I figure... I need help, so here I am. Yeah. My name is Mario, and I'm a shroom addict.
You see, I got a big rep, a real big rep. A lot to live up to. When you wear the Red and White, you can't go normal. Not me. I'm not goin out with an infarction on christmas day eatin leftover chinese takeout from a soggy box. That ain't my style. Not for me, the big M. I'm gonna go out like my whole family goes out, jumpin barrels, spittin fire and taking the hurt to the hammer throwin thugs on the street. That's how I roll. Fast and furious, ready to rock, 24-7.
Of course, it's hard on the ol' bod, one shroom to get up, one to get down, you spend your time looking for that next fix, the thing to take you to the next 1-Up, but pretty soon it isn't just the 1-Up that you need to take it to the next level, the next thing you know you are pounding on some poor turtle, smacking his ass against a rock to milk him for all the shrooms he's worth. Cause you know, you are always in fear, can never have enough. Cause one day you are on top of the world, the next day, some goomba takes you out. And that's the thing, no matter how big you get, all it takes is one goomba to bring you down. And there are Just. So. Many.
It ain't pretty, baby, but that is life in Mario-town lately. So yeah, I hit the shrooms pretty hard, and an occasional fire flower too, who doesn't? But lately, I began to think that maybe it is time to settle down, take some responsibility. I mean I got my brother into this shit man, and he's a real mess because of me. All holed up in his dirty house huntin ghosts with a vacuum cleaner. That shit is WACK. So I figure, I gotta take it one day at a time, and I figure... I need help, so here I am. Yeah. My name is Mario, and I'm a shroom addict.
