If exhaustion had not set in...and the mind was not numb as a bum on the run...and a noggin too many of rum had not fogged the mind.

Ahhhh....what a splendid spell of syrupy swill the River Sage and I could feed to this poor pathetic soul with a fool for a teacher.

Shel was a shell of the man he could have been...but he was an ex-con....so who could expect more....and drugs included?

His books, with verses like "There are too many kids in the tub, there are too many elbows to scrub, I just washed a behind, I'm sure wasn't mine; there are too many kids in the tub......were probably staples next to the Penthouse magazines at Michael Jackson's Neverland.