Live hungry. Sleep fucked. Die trying.
Nuff
Nuffinmuch O’Anyfink
He were Boss of Bosses back in Foxtrot's day, as Foxy tells it, a king among scruffs, afore he Gone Offsky like Jack. Said it weren't proper Scruffian to be in charge, and he couldn't be arsed with it no more. He were a true royal too, King of the Tinkers by way of his da, who gots killed when Nuff were taken. And
savvy, so his word were law—leastways near to law as Scruffians has. That's how come, when an argument ain't got nuffink can challenge it, we says, Nuff said. Cause whatever Nuff decided, that were it.
