As you were talking, I looked up. It was when the waitress brought the shooters. Some wallpaper was liberating itself of the wall. Peeling intent. Determined. In all of its paisley-glory -- I am not sticking to this damn thing a moment longer – Coinciding with the end of your harangue. And for the love of God I nodded at you and agreed most vehemently. But, to the same God I swear -- I was really nodding at that wallpaper.