So at the bar, right now, I am watching two girls dance. Slow dance. I just heard the words, “hands north of the nipples.” Go fuck yourself Rush Limbaugh, because tonight, this night tonight, I win. I didn’t have to buy it. I didn’t have to give them drugs. I didn’t have to take any drugs myself. This just happens sometimes. This is America, Rush. It’s a beautiful and weird place, and I don’t know that you’d be comfortable here. You could come along with me, maybe for a time, for a couple of beers and see it, if you’d like. Being homeless is a crime. Cute girls, and ugly sweaters Rush, its all a part of the scene. Dance music and classic rock, Whiskey on the rocks, rock steady. We’ll bum cigarettes from hobos under the 405 bridge. So close to extreme, over the top style abundance and wealth; and here we have depravity. We have sad stories and cold feet that won’t dry until May. We have mobile tent cities and sit-lie ordnances Rush. And we get by.