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The Fiery Furnaces >>
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 unemploymentâs stopping; and my kitty catâs copping; and I need to forget. So I go to the window and smell a cigarette.
Now Iâm in the clutches of my crutches: Iâm laid up, and I sip from my cup, and I look outside. And I see Christopher Hyde-who just got divorced, and thereâs a restraining order enforced-going in his ex-wifeâs garage. Iâm just drunk enough to open the window, yell out gruff:
âDonât you key that brand-new Camry.â And he gave me the cursor, âDamn,â returning to the spot he was, âMind your own business you!â And I wag my finger, âYouâre not doing what youâre supposed to do.â
And then heâs coming toward me, and I took a swig of my tequila âcause it made me feel a little nervous as he started across against the light: but he didnât look to his right as he didnât stay put. And a billboard truck came and ran over his foot.
And the cops responding called out to me, âHey is this your cat?â âYeah, but sometimes it forgets. Ah, wait a minute. I gonna come out there and smell a couple a cigarettes.â
Donât you hurry-worry with meâŚ
