Well, Martha done up and left me, Missus Pearson, and I figure what’s the point? What’s the point ‘a livin’ now? Sometimes I lay in bed at night and pray for death - then I think no, there are fruits and vegetables dependin’ on me. What would these here peaches do if’n I waren’t around to -
What’s that you say? No, no, I’m not runnin’ a fever. The artist just doesn’t know how to do light, that’s all. Although I did fall down the other night after puttin' away a li'l too much of the ol' apple jack, and busted my jaw something good.
Say, I see by your hands you're turnin' into a lizard again. You need some help with that, you just give me a call.