Today's sky asked me if I would loan it some cash. I said, "How much you need?" Sky said, "Just enough to get my ass to Mexico." (I heard sirens in the distance.) Right now, somewhere in Tijuana, there's a very blue, very emborrachado sky fleeced with clouds, trying to figure out the next move. Two stools down, a tough-looking woman with a scar down her right cheek is in the same damn boat.