Darryl went to see Jordan Peterson talk, October 25th, down in Winnipeg’s walk. Came home thinkin' he’d found some truth, But lost himself in the one hundred proof. Now he’s drinking alone at the dog park, Starting to T Rex and it's getting real dark. His roommate's clothes fit kinda tight, But Darryl wears 'em every night. Empty dresser, no socks, no shoes, Just brass knuckles he really wants to use. Life’s gettin' weird, and love’s run dry, Blamin' the world, but he don’t know why. Darryl...