Peanuts by Charles Schulz for December 06, 1992
Transcript:
Spike sits in a barber's chair.<BR><BR> Spike lies in a sleeping bag in the desert. He thinks, "I used to dread each day . ."<BR><BR> Spike lies on a rock and thinks, "I used to wish there was someplace where I could sort of hang out . ."<BR><BR> Spike sits on a hill and thinks, "Someplace where I could go and feel at home . ."<BR><BR> Spike runs and thinks, "Then I found it!"<BR><BR> Spike continues to run. He thinks, "I found this place where you can sit around, and tell jokes, and laugh, and just feel good . ."<BR><BR> Spike stands in the desert and thinks, "This is my kind of place!"<BR><BR> Spike sits on the ground and looks at a cactus with a barber shop pole. He thinks, "There was this farmer see . . ."<BR><BR>
Some times you wanna go, where everybody hates your face and the villains share your rage, you wanna be the evil seed, heroes are all the same, you wanna go where everybody hates your face…