Another wasted day in wasted skin with wasted lives and rin tin tin and a collar for the copper who couldn't come when he had to so he jerked and he jerked until his balls turned blue and his hair turned gray and his eyes gave way and the two open portals were windows for the mortals who stuck in their fingers just to see if he was real.

Vibrating slowly back in and out of the dust bowl recollection party he had hardly started worrying about this that and the other thing when he remembered why the diamond ring his mother wore made him cry.

Stove pipe hat, big ol' beard, a cadillac full of grey goose ain't a thing to be feared when it's got no tires and got no headlights just two bucket seats and a whole lot of ice.