The Wino And I Know The Pain

Wasting Away Again In Margaritaville, Searching For My Lost Shaker Of Salt.

Places I've Lived Since Then Had To Have Some Kind Of Uniqueness And Character About Them. And Logically Key West, And Then Down Island. So, All Of That Stuff Sort Of Had It's Roots In New Orleans And Went Crazy.

Gluttony, Do Not Eat Thy Neighbor's Wife's Popcorn.

Found A Shaman In A Diaper With A Poppy Pot. When I Asked If He Was Cold, He Said Just Think Hot.

You Know, As A Writer, I'm More Of A Listener Than A Writer, Cuz If I Hear Something I Will Write It Down.