The beer I spill bubbles like hydrogen peroxide on the dirty wooden bar. See that? That beer I spilled? That’s alcohol abuse. I won’t charge you for that. If you spill a cocked dice again you will buy the bar. It’s all in the wrist, okay! Fives Still alive, we both have a horse. I have four fours all day. Ooh, too bad, you pay. Two songs into Carol King’s Tapestry and someone plays the jukebox. I slip the hundreds and fifties under the coin drawer, Take a shot of Jameson to punch out, Your turn, I’ll get you ice, do dishes, leave you a line.