he is out of picthe is peer irritablehe is playing with youhe is quiethe is riding for a fallhe is righthe is rolling in moneyhe is rooting for mehe is sickhe is slow on drawhe is sneaky as hellhe is so behindhe is so meanhe is still unsurehe is streets ahead of ushe is such a toolhe is survived by his wife suehe is the onehe is the trustee over all thingshe is trippinghe is turning 20he is two facedhe is up to somethinghe is using youhe is wacky tackyhe is weaving a rughe is wet behind the earshe is writinghe isnt richhe it etc is not as black as he it etc is paintedhe jammed his finger in the doorhe kicked the buckethe kills a man with cushionhe knocked the cup of tea over his fatherhe knows it inside outhe knows the place inside outhe knows the right peoplehe laughs in ones face and cuts his throathe leads a dog’s lifehe learn a new worldhe left for goodhe left in a huffhe let out an angry oathhe licked the chocolate off his fingershe lift beneath the wings ofhe like his jobhe lived to a ripe old agehe looked daggers at mehe looked puzzledhe looks like he has seen a ghost