Hello Liberty City,

This is Lazlow,

And it seems you finally got me,

You bitch of a city you.

I slaved away in this hell hole for years,

Working in a radio station with my own,

Very popular radio show.

All the nuts would call in ranting about this and that,

And I was forced to politely call them all raving lunatics and keep on going.

I had the worst guests in radio history,

My salary was a joke,

Everyone thought my name was fake,

They thought I was gay,

And I had to pretend to like that arrogant dick,

Donald Love.


My life was great.

It's no wonder to anyone that it ended with a month-long alcohol and coke binge that

concluded with me in a coma for a week and a half until I died.

See what graduating from broadcasting school can get you?