day yes sun in sky high , today . i 'd noticed he had n't cut back on his cigarettes , but i had to go around with a hole in my boot in the middle of winter . it 's just orange juice and champagne . `` you want me drop you at your office ? '' `` god damn it , jimmy , i can do this ! '' only after his long fingers grasped onto a chunk of my hair , did he finally stop crying . 