(Shel Silverstein). . I was sitting in my basement I just rolled myself a taste. Of something green and gold and glorious to get me through the day. Then my friend yelled through the transom "Grab your coat and get your hat son.
(Shel Silverstein). . Your phone's gonna ring in the darkness of night. And you'll rise from the bed where you lay. And you'll answer 'Hello', and from out of the past.