....I can just see us now down the road a bit...when the brass becomes
harder and harder to find....we'll be on a corner or back alley
somewhere whispering to passers-by...."Hey man...you got any brass?"

Of course by then, we'll be a big embarrassment to the club and we'll
be shunned...and when they talk about us they'll say things like, "Jill
and Katie...now that's a couple of tragic stories there...I remember
how they were before the brass took hold of their lives....nice girls..
...it's a shame...a crying shame..."

:-)

Katie
P.S. And Jill...when it comes to that...you can share my cardboard box
with me!