Very much vodka and too much tequila: those are the ways I learned to deal. Across against the light and the sleet scalds my sight, stunned I stayed put and a billboard truck runs over my foot. So things are really hopping; and my unemployment s stopping; and my kitty cat s copping; and I need to forget. So I go to the window and smell a cigarette.

Now I m in the clutches of my crutches: I m laid up, and I sip from my cup, and I look outside. And I see Christopher Hyde-who just got divorced, and there s a restraining order enforced-going in his ex-wife s garage. I m just drunk enough to open the window, yell out gruff:

Don t you key that brand-new Camry. And he gave me the cursor, Damn, returning to the spot he was, Mind your own business you! And I wag my finger, You re not doing what you re supposed to do.

And then he s coming toward me, and I took a swig of my tequila cause it made me feel a little nervous as he started across against the light: but he didn t look to his right as he didn t stay put. And a billboard truck came and ran over his foot.

And the cops responding called out to me, Hey is this your cat? Yeah, but sometimes it forgets. Ah, wait a minute. I gonna come out there and smell a couple a cigarettes.

Don t you hurry-worry with me