[PETER WROTE] J-Bird hadn't noticed that his wine glass was now on the floor in little pieces. Too busy smiling and gushing about his "magic" stick. Not until he turned around on those soft white feet-- undoubtedly to put the end of that thing in someone else's ear -- was the situation made clear to him. And "Oh shit is right!" I yelled as he flopped to the ground, still gulping and cussing. Only the dog was unnerved and attempted to give aid. But J-Bird swatted him away and, with great pain, asked me to pour him another glass. I couldn't help but laugh even though the blood was making me light-headed.