WE GET INTO A CAR ACCIDENT, I DON'T HAVE ANY INSURANCE, AND THE JUDGE MAKES ME BE YOUR BUTLER

You try coming out of the
Celtic twilight with pants
made from the felt of a pool
table - me, I'm just getting
a flashlight. I'll point it at
the sky and make my own
stars, my own moon and this
earth will turn around me
like I always suspected it
was meant to. You still have
a dream? That's a good one.
Me, I'm all dreamed out after
finally seeing real in a grainy
mirror. Real doesn't blink.