Shot of Red-Eye Charles Bukowski

I used to hold my social security card
Up in the air
He told me
But I was so small
They couldn't see it
All those big
Guys around

You mean the place with the
Big green screen?
I asked

Yeah. well, anyhow, I finally got on
The other day
Picking tomatoes, and Jesus Christ
I couldn't get anywhere
It was too hot, too hot
And I couldn't get anything in my sack
So I layed under the truck
In the shade and drank
Wine. I didn't make a
Dime

Have a drink, I said

Sure, he said