he 'd removed his shirt , the heat too much , sweat constantly trickling over his flesh . 'look , she 's on the front page of the paper , is n't she ? the sound of tiny bells woke me , tinkling into the still shadowed room . you wait until you get there . '' we played and went out and my family was happy . street pulled me back inside the door . you do your time , sort yourself out , you get out , we can talk about you having a place in their lives . 