I guess I'm in New York in order to perfect the arts of

1) swiping a metrocard

 and

2) hitting my face on the sidewalk again and again

The teeth I'm losing now - as opposed to twelve years ago - are metaphorical.

But I'm having dreams in which they are literally falling off.

It ain't pretty. It feels pretty fucking real.

Now, for a change of pace:

"Ain't got no use for your red rocking chair.

Ain't got no sugar baby now

Ain't got no honey baby now

Who'll rock the cradle, who'll sing the song?

Who'll rock the cradle when I'm gone?"