Getting a haircut I heard her say in broadest Hon-tongue When I got here dis mornin it lookt like lightnin struck a shithouse the rest of the morning fell deaf to me as I walkt home in swirling snow thinking maybe about a drink but mostly the honest hinge of her phrase and how big a door I could hang on it to shut out the obvious pain behind that magnificent image of a smoking crater caked in crap some boss is always leaving behind