I WAS OUT DRINKING LAST NIGHT AND RAN INTO THIS ARTIST NAMED TOM .WELL WE STARTED A DRINKING AND TALKING AND I TOLD HIM I NEVER HAD MY PORTRAIT PAINTED .WELL BEING DRUNK AND WEARY I WENT TO THIS ARTIST CHAMBER ,TOOK THE ARTIST WITH ME FOR I DID'NT KNOW THE DANGER.AT ABOUT SIX OR MAYBE SEVEN IN WALKED BROTHER MONGO, I JUMPED UP AND GRABED MY TROUSHERS AND I JUMPED OUT THE THIRD STORY WINDOW. NOW SOME GUYS LIKE FISHIN, AND SOME GUYS LIKE A FOWLIN , SOME GUYS LIKE TO HEAR , TO HEAR THE THE LIONS A ROARING,ME I LIKE BEING PAINTED ,ESPICALLY IN AN ARTIST CHAMBER,BUT HEAR I AM IN THE HOSPITAL ,HEAR I AM WITH A BROKEN LEG NOW.