Sorry about the little accident with the flamethrower/disinfectant sprayer. I left it outside in the powder magazine.

I'd play my trumpet and sing, but with this flareup of dental trouble I can't buzz a mouthpiece and the swelling isn't at all swell. At least the new antibiotics seem to be doing a good job.

So I can't drink and I can't play and I can't sing and I'm in pain because the dentists can't do a root canal job until the swelling goes down. What's left...pain...oh, hell, man, I've got


Vicodin!!! (From a pharmacy, not from the Internet)

Yes!

If I live till tomorrow, it'll be a long song
And I'll live out my life on hydrocodone.