I'm a golf pro. So obviously I wake up in the garbage. First thing I do in the morning is go across the street to the restaurant, y'know... Grab a guy by the throat and whisper something in his ear like oh, I don't know... "I'm on fire. Give me your hair." Then I let 'im go, you know, I uh... chase a bus for a while. You know... Couple a blocks; make sure it's not doing nothing I don't like then I let it go... Then I get bored then I go up on a roof. I just howl at the city. You know I love to howl at this big city. Then I come down, have a cup of coffee and read the paper.