The sun's going down on Grand and Gravois as a skittish Mexican hairless makes it's way east 'cross four lanes of traffic. This town's beginning to look a lot like some
foreign country - Africa, Bosnia, goat herding survivors of floods, cat
with a turban walking an alpaca through the Tiny Bubbles Laundramat,
lookin like the proverbial Black Hole of Calcutta...
Sittin' at the drive up window awkwardly shoving your money up over
the top of your car door cause the electronic push button windows dont
work no more as you run out what's left of your last quarter tank of gas - six minutes left on the "pay as you go" piece of shit Chinese phone in your pocket. Gun shots off in the distance and the sweat burning your eyes. I been spending like a broken yo yo all week long, I need a
place to rest.