| It's three stiff belts past 8 on a damp tuesday night. I'm at the corner of tinker and taylor in front of a decaying three story Building. I notice the neonsign above the door, "Sams mens Wear". Directly above it is Joey's "Speakeasy", but that another story. the glowing neon reminds me; i'm here to see my tailor about a matter that's got me steamed. To make a short storylong, Sam and i had a deal i thought was all sewn up. But When I got the goods back to my flatt i found a full length mirror Wern't long enough. To say i was overdressed would not be fabrication. Off the cuff, my tailor had me in stitches, but i wasn't laughin' so iput my Vest foot forward opened the door and surged in... listen sam it seams to me you done a sew sew job. Now I don't want to press charges or file a suit but i'm sitting on pins and needles. Button your lip sam! you'd best quit your hemming and hawing or you'll be bobbing and weavin'. Me an' you got a few wrinkles to iron out. |