Life in 7 Minutes or Less

...Upstairs/Downstairs "I Spy"

the time...2:05 a.m...the date, Sunday, August 31...the sounds..VH-1 (Liz Phair to be exact)

I spy...ballroom dance class rejects attempting to reach some sort of new found glory.
...enough nicotine in the air to choke an elephant, or maybe a very large Virginia mountain woman.
...midget fratboys and their large hipped women.
...an old restaurant ice container converted into a urinal.
...drunk rednecks from the hills of Tennessee.
...me praying for an escape.

That's about all I can think of now. So here I am, fresh from flushing my eyes out, with a headache that would kill Satan himself...hoping for a good night's sleep...so, what do you say I get started on that? Pleasant dreams, folks.