A man has interesting things in his pockets.
It’s Sunday night, … nothing special tonight. My wife worked me like a dog
in the studio all day getting it cleaned and trying to get ready to open it again
at the end of January. At the end of the day, I felt like I had been beat with
a stick. After undressing for my shower I noticed the contents of my pockets
sitting on the dresser, and it suddenly occurred to me that a man has very
interesting things at any given time in his pockets.