The People of the State of New York vs. howlingman: Prologue
Hark! Mark these words that tell the sorry tale
Of misspent youth, the law and maybe jail!
When in ‘04 it was late October,
Lunar Eclipse and all, I was sober
In Bedford Park and crossed a yellow line –
Not thinking I was wrong, the fault was mine.
Game Four was on, the Red Sox tried to win!
My rush had dug the hole I tumbled in.
And so, in fourteen parts, will be revealed
No more nor less than that which Fate had sealed.
