Bohemian, listening to you is like listening to the preamble of a modern day prize fight (lots of trash talk and insults), but once the day arrives and the bell rings, you run like the coward you are (trying to duck and hide), and maybe even survive a punch or two, but it’s always the same inevitable ending (the shot you never see coming, the one that you’ve heard about), but you somehow believe that you can take it because you’re faster and smarter than anyone else, but it’s coming, the one that you just can’t avoid, the one that you fear the most (the one that exposes you for the coward you are), so when you finally wake up and ask “what just happened”, dude it’s like I said all along “it was the one you didn’t see coming”, so “nite nite” little princess...