None of Your Business

These hotel clerks, they watch ya. Some creeps, huh? It’s none of their business. Don’t steal no more cheeze, kid. The music in the lobby, uh, it’s sweet. It reminds me of those creeps. They’re bored, and they watch ya, like I told ya. They’re paid to. They watch ya every time they see ya. Don’t steal no more bread, kid. Do what I tell ya. You gotta watch out for yourself. That balony ain’t worth it. Keep your hands outta the pantry. But tell me, kid. It’s all locked up in there. Tell me how ya did it, kid. How’d ya get the stuff?

14 July 1974, Bastille Day