You know it's Canal St. Regular. Regular. Regular when even cold medicine looks constipated. Canal Janitor left that poor Delsym bottle weeping, probably from the stress of being near my nocturnal misadventures. Fuck if I know why it's on the nightstand, but I bet Slutty McSpiteface wouldn't shed a tear over it. Probably too busy dodging Crumplar's diary entries and debating the merits of dexedrine versus Ritz crackers. This bottle's seen more shit than a LES dumpster.