Ain't No Good Life

C'mon, lawn seats? I was the 9th caller. I beat out every other person trying to get their hands on Lynyrd Skynyrd tickets. I should at least be sitting close enough to the stage to see Johnny Van Zant's pores. On second thought, I don't want to see that. But I do want to sit in the pavilion — gimme three steps and I can probably sneak in from the grassy knoll. Just don't ask me no questions if I get caught. I deserve to be there anyway!