Why, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper, this black juice came out on a hard shelled chin. And that was called 'tobacco juice'. I used to fiddle with my back feet music for a black onyx. My tar room absorbed every echo. The music was thud like. The music was thud like. I usually played such things as rough-neck and thug. Opaque melodies that would bug most people. Music from the other side of the fence. I wish I had a pair 'o bongos! Bongo Fury!