I do. Like so many dreamers and drunkards... the doctor's emotional words are empty.

All we ever see is crooks, murderers, winos, stoolies, dames.

Me and my boss, you and your drunks.

It s a dirty job. Bums, alcoholics, and drug addicts.

My soul is always soothed by the giant live oak trees, shading lovers, drunks and dreamers for hundreds of years, and I trust a city that always makes way for music.