Joy's drunk again. She's my downstairs neighbor. She's about 65 years old, rather obese and has a fair amount of health problems. She's been drinking alot lately and when she does she ends up on her patio crooning "Oh, I beeliieeeeve I can flyyyyy. I beeliieeve I can toooouuch the skkkyyyyy. I belieeeeeeeve I caaaaaann flllyyyyyyyyyyyy...!"
Always the same song.
It's kind of silly and sweet and sad.
And there's something quite hopeful about it really....