I'm craving.... something.
A primal tug in a hungry mind.
I don't think it's nicotine, I'm chain-smoking and dipping like a madman.
I don't think it's food, because, well, I can't find anything that I want to eat anyway.
I've had a hunger, for something, for some time now.
I just can't find it.
You should thank me for the Gravel in your guts, and the Spit in your eye, 'cause I'm the son of a bitch that took you to town.