diagnosis

This man had his dick out in his hand yelling towards the west side of market street, pissing freely, maybe not so freely and in dismay, but either way free enough, when I saw my now ex-lawyer passing by me look just as Mr. Magoo-ish as ever. I shook his hand and he told me he dropped my case because it's dragging on to long and, simply, a waste of his time, which I agreed to immediately. He said, "What's going on with you?" and I said, "Sometimes my shoes come untied too quickly, and it makes me taste the way milk does after a bowl of lucky charms." And he said, "Well I'm sorry, too, and you have got a warrant for your arrest." and I replied, "I'm sorry, what was that? I have a hornet for an artist?"