Usually when things gone this far, people tend to disappear No one will surprise me unless you do. I can tell there’s something goin’ on, hours seem to disappear Everyone is leaving, I’m still with you There’s a pair of jeans hanging off the door of some office next to the old Citrus Theater. I haven’t a clue why they’re there. As far as I know, there’s not a business there. Besides, would that even constitute an excuse? I own a business; these are my pants! I’ll scratch my head about that one, because the last three days out they’ve just hung there. And who knows how long, except the person who left them. And whoever left them there, why did you leave them…