up an' down an' it's him that's doin' the yellin'.
"I reach over an' tap him on the shins wit' me night-club, an' he looks down an' then flops right in me
arms. I get a whiff of his breath an' I think I see what's the matter wit' him all right. I get him on his feet,
an' I says: 'Come on now, the pink'll soon run off the elephants,' I says. It's this Prohibition hooch that
makes it look so thick,' I says. 'Tell me where you live an' I'll put you in a taxi, or do you want t'go to a
hospital?' I says.
"He stands there a-holdin' unto me an' a-shakin', an' he says: 'D'ye think I'm drunk?' An' I begins t'tell
him. 'An' how-' when I looks at him, an' he ain't drunk. He might've been drunk, but he ain't drunk now.
An' all t'once he flops down on the bench an' pulls up his pants an' down his socks, an' I sees blood
runnin' from a dozen little holes, an' he says, 'Maybe you'll be tellin' me it's pink elephants done that?'