Shortcut To Dreamland

I hunkered down in the night, under a tree, south of the railroad tracks with my bottle of red port and half a sack of tobacco. In the morning, some kids woke me out of a stupor, throwing rocks at the drunk who had violated their neighborhood. So I staggered up and got the hell out of there. Crossing the overpass back to the lower part of town, I might easily have wondered, "How did I get from a promising career in animation at Disney to that tree alongside the train tracks?"