Like a Tilt-a-Whirl that wakes you up in the wee morning hours.



It seems as if I'm writing huge check everytime I turn around. I should have known what I was getting into before I got into it. I'm a wreck, but driving around in a new car. Twisting guts and all. I wake up in the wee morning hours fretting about not having any extra money to do fun things with. Sure, I've got a car to take me places now, but I haven't any money to spend when I get there.
(....)
That's the sound of the change jingling in my pocket. Oh wait, there isn't any.

Uh-oh, I'm broke.



I just bought this yesterday.

Now I have to try to sell somthing like this. Yesterday. Want a sweet station wagon?



It's cheap!

A touch of civic duty.



Rejected by the County of Sacramento Municipal Courts again. There are so many people who don't want to be on jury duty. Can't I just switch with them? Remember last time? I said that I could not trust the statements of a law enforcement officer. I made that up. Now somebody pick me.

A touch of whimsy.



If I had known that this record would have gone so over well during my Beatles revival last year, I would have begun a Kinks revival on the west steps of the capitol building.
This is the soundtrack for today.
Nothing else.