I was disoriented for a bit, but it is all copacetic now, so have a sip . . .
It's okay now man, just like Tom Waits screaming into a garbage can!
Thank you Tom Waits. You gargle bourbon-soaked gravel and razor blades and scream into our garbage lands and trash buckets better than anyone ever! I love you like I love the telegraph pole melting over my left shoulder.