What I am.

This interview is being taped for court,
07 December, 2009,
0300 hours. Date and time.

Please, begin.

I was walking to my car,
This homeless man ambushed me.
Not joking. Don't laugh.
My day was already dipping,
But then this hefty body smothered me.
He sssslured, "You're looking thin, Jack!"

I chuckle. My name is Charlie.

But, he must be mad. Bless his head.
I thank him - don't ask why.
Five dollars in his pocket,
And I walk on,
Whistle a song on the radio.
It might have been 'Winter Wonderland.'

Into my Fiat. Think positive, happy thoughts.

I get to work. The boss calls me,
And this really is useless.
He must think he's God or something.
I seriously am a few walls away,
But anyway, I let him go on.
"You're really underperforming, Jack.
I know you've got a lot on your plate,
And that's why you're still here, Jack,
I keep cleaning your slate. Sorry, Jac-."

My name really is Charlie.

But, the line must be bad. Reciever's dead.
And I get out of my chair,
Twenty dollars in my pocket,
Life's earnings?
Get in my car,
Glad to turn on the radio.
It's playing 'Winter Wonderland.'

I get to my home. The wife's gone.
I - even now - call it tasteless,
She must think she's a saint or something.
She's left me a note, it starts to say,
"I'm sorry it had to end this way,
You know I would stay. The kids are with me.
I don't think we'll know you as well as the whisky.
I've left you a bottle. Sorry to end.
Jack, I don't think that I'll still be your friend."

My name is Charlie.

Now, I'm getting sad. Things in my head.
I get in the front of the Fiat,
A knife in my pocket -
Cliché, I know -
Bloody music in my ears.
Punching at my stereo,
Goddamn 'Winter Wonderland.'

Junk.

I get to this woman. She's walking.
Whore, she's red from head to toes. Faithless.
She must think she's the devil or something.
Roll down the window, I whisper to her,
"I've got a twenty, I want you now.
I don't care how, I know it's plenty.
I tell from your boots, you're not well paid.
We can do much more than just get laid.

You can call me Jack."

That's just how it happened, officer,
Don't look so shocked. I'm honest, besides,
What good would have come if I had lied?
Cuff me, scuff me, I am a mess, boss!
I regret nothing. All is not lost.

Call me Jack the Ripper.
Frost.

Click.