"Yeah, I woke up on a red-velvet couch, a coked-up slut licking on my cock, everyone passed the fuck out on crystal shit, hoes with them fucking tits and ass out atop piles of empty bottles and used condoms, and at first I thought: *Ugh, Tuesday.* But then I turned to my right, and saw that my best friend was dead. And *that* changed me, not the anal probe. So don't get it twisted."

- Eddy Cuddles, Metropolis (1986)