I killed a man
that was why I had to leave New York
I was drunk and he was belligerent
    we fought in the alley
behind the bar 
 he was kicking the shit out of me
he probably had thirty pounds on me 
   there was a bunch of empty wine bottles in a box
  I grabbed one jumped up
and broke it across his head
  he went down and didn't get up
blood was pouring from his face
or what was left of it
   it sickened me
  thirty minutes later
I still had the broken bottle in my hand
I threw it in the river 
and took the subway back