Frank's Wild Years

Frank settled down out in The Valley... He hung his wild years on the nail that he drove through his wife's forehead. He sold used office furniture out down San Fernando Rd. and assumed a 30.000$ loan at fifteen and a quarter per cent put a down payment on a little two bedroom place. His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash, made good bloody mary's kept her mouth shut most of the time, had a little chihuahua named Carlos that had some kind of skin decease and was totally blind... They had a thoroughly modern kitchen, self-cleaning oven, the whole bit. Frank drove a little Sedan, they were so happy. One night Frank was on his way home from work, he stopped at the liquor store, picked up a couple of Mickey's Big Mouths, drank 'em in the car on the way to the Shell station... had a gallon of gas in a can. Drove home, doused everything in the house, torched it... parked across the street laughing, watching it burn... All halloween orange and chimney red. Frank put on a top forty station, got on the Hollywood freeway, headed north. Never could stand that dog.