I dunno. I was walking by the butcher shop and, well, it was messy and sticky. As I walked home to clean up the cops stopped me and took me first to the cop shop and then to the hospital. After I told them there that I'd been washed in the blood of the lamb they hosed me off and put me in a room with really soft walls. Did YOU ever try to eat with a rubber spoon? And that jacket will never make GQ! Finally they decided that there was nothing much wrong with me that something called "ECT" couldn't cure and so here I am back, whoever I am.