the horse drinks: take 5 ray sweatman I lost all my confidence like Alfred Hitchcock at the top of the stairway, his cameo face a little ball on the banister getting smaller and smaller. I offered my identity to the petty thief in the market, but I stuttered so much he didn't even want it. Nor did he want to haggle. He ran away so fast like something shattering. Soon, I'll pick up my gun, the holster and the rest. I'll finish this silly narrative. The good guys will conquer the bad. We'll all wear white hats. Some evil fella will be redeemed from his terrible past. Some relentless loser will find love when the girl next door finally gives up. We'll all win academy awards for showing up with no make up. Wherever we wonder will be home. But for the moment: let me lie around in you, like tumbleweed in the desert before the frame moves.