"I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use -- silence, exile, and cunning." -- James Joyce
Somebody's Going on the Wagon!
These were placed out on the curb, the Brooklyn signal for "Yours for the taking."
I see evidence of a night of way too many martinis, followed by morning-after disgust: