"I am not Jackson Pollock. I should say I am not Jackson Pollock the famous artist, when he walked into the Cedar Tavern, and there was a girl sitting in a booth at the back of the bar and he wanted to go to her. So he did. I should say he started to go to her, but he was feeling in his body a thing he called nervousness, and because he didn't like the feeling he stopped at the bar for a drink, a whiskey. But the nervousness, instead of going away, was becoming more intense and distracting, and when he tried to control it, by holding it in or down, his body would rebel, against him and against itself, and all he knew to do was have another whiskey, and a beer to go with that, and a whiskey to go with that..."