Tom Waits sez

A good man is hard to find

Only strangers sleep in my bed

My favorite words are good-bye

And my favorite color is red

This from "A Good Man is Hard to Find"--get a copy!

Note to would-be critics, do-gooders, and naysayers: I post this because I love the song. The context of this post remains firmly planted within the realm of Art and appreciation; it is not intended to transcend the boundary/boundaries of Reality and its associated problems. If you were to hear the way T. Waits performs this song--the combination of voice and brilliantly retro, ancient-sounding production values--you'd understand. I implore you to understand. Please.