It's Halloween night and Harry is doing his guitar show at the Crybaby Bar. The patrons are wobbling limbs and dressed as ghouls and goblins. Harry tells us that it's Halloween 365 days a year at the Crybaby. He also tells us about his first marriage and how love in whatever union you find it first splinters, then falls to the floor where you get one in your foot. Harry tells of the passing beauty in the street, that she is not one you can ever admire because the lovee - the one on your arm -must have you all. And she can and does, except not the guitar. No way, not that. A stranger shows up at the Crybaby and though appearing out of place soon reveals his precedence over all.