I sent him on his way, after we exchanged a few more pleasantries, his concerns for the safety of La Condolezza (as he referred to her on one occasion), and my warning to call off his gangsters and the heavy crap if he wanted to have a hope of getting my help.

It was 4 in the morning, and my head hurt. I made myself a cup of coffee, laced it with rubbing alcohol for my headache, and sat down to think. To tell you the truth, I was trying to get Lucky in her crappy bathrobe out of my head. When Playboy is going to come out with its "Women in Crappy Bathrobes" special issue, I don't know, but I expect to be at the newstand waiting. Damn the woman.

After a few seconds of that futility, I shook my head again, and went over to my CD player. I took out one of the Condolezza Schwartz CD's that Lucky had left lying around, stuck it into the machine, and picked out number 7 at random. I was feeling unlucky. While the machine whirred into place, I got a look at the entry under the liner notes. It said: "FARMPERSON, I LOVE YOU." And under that it said: "We in the cities, and me personally, need to cherish farmpersons, because they bring us the food we eat, though they are also an integral element in the meateating chain of destruction. Yet this is a song for them, with all their roughewn contradictions!!".
She began to sing:

"O The farmer in the dell,
O The farmer in the dell
Hi Ho, Farm man and farm woman,
From the furrow in your brow to
The furrow under your plough,
You drop great salty tears of sweat,
Which can't be good for the plants, I bet!

(banjo frails pathetically in the distance, then bad bluegrass machine heats up)

WHERE DO OUR ROOTS COME FROM? AND
WHERE DO OUR ROOTS GO TO WHEN THEY ARE GONE?
Oh farmperson on your tractor,
You are such an important factor
In the fields of summer I see burgeoning,
Not from lawyering or surgeoning, oh no, OH NO!!
We cannot lose the farm, or we will lose our lunches!!!
We are losing them in bunches!!!!
But FARMPERSON, CAN YOU TELL ME:
(big harmonica finish)
WHERE DO OUR ROOTS COME FROM? AND WHERE DO OUR ROOTS GO TO WHEN THEY ARE GONE??
With a moomoo lost, and a moomoo gone,
Here no moo, there no moo,
Everywhere no moomoomooMOOMOOMOOMOOMOOMOOOOOOOO!!!!
(Fade).

What can you do? I went to bed.