Jake's Ladder
It was my birthday; only God knows the year
we played 8-ball, downed platoons of whiskey and beer
After last call, things got a little hazy
The next day my buddy Jake filled in the blanks.
Seems I begged him to drive me to the sinful silver state...
Instead, he pacified me with a fifth of 180 proof.
The last thing I remember was tugging at my shoes.
The next morning, I found a shoe between two panes of glass.
Looking like a pair of patent leather jets that had run out of gas.
The landlord just shook his head, said Get to work then laughed.
With head filled with neon mist and a fist filled with glaze...
I climbed up Jake's ladder and squared up with the pane.
Based on a true story-the name was changed to protect the guilty
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