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 them 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