 Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth. Banks are going bust. The unemployment rate did tick higher to 4.1%. Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do and there's no end to it. By six o'clock I'm ready to go in my house because I don't know what the rest of the evening might, you know, have.