junecleavage

So...I am walking to work this morning...beautiful crisp Autumn air weaving through my fingers...I am caught in morning afterthoughts and whimsy as I often find myself when perusing the streets of this city. About a block away from my office is a hospital (this shouldn't be surprising as there is a hospital on nearly every corner) with a rehab/detox center on the corner - this man, who is slumped down on the ground appearing half-dead with a cigarette in his hand, burned well past the filter and into his grime covered skin, pops up upon seeing me and staring directly into my eyes shouts:

"Got to know how to Pony
Like Bony Maronie"

Since when was "Land of a Thousand Dances" a part of rehabilitation? And I wonder...does it work? Because I'm thinking if this is their star pupil they may want to choose another tune.

I'm just sayin.