Holding on for dear life from the edge of a jagged cliff whilst Johnny Cash plays ring of fire on an out of tune guitar. Greeting the end of the world from a box seat at Wrigley whilst passing a joint to the gathering people on the green lawn. Smoking the last cigarette from a pack of Camel Lights whilst a drunken leprechaun dances a jig and bleeds blue shamrocks. Standing on the banks of the Mississippi river at night whilst the moon dangles lazily on a line and falls into the water. Are these the dreams of a seriously disturbed gentleman, or the ramblings of an inebriated Irishman who grew too tall to leap?