a wurlitzer in his head johnny could taste kirin beer and hear the rascals , the drive of the drums , the organ like a dagger , and how hot it had been , how green and how hot , the sun like thunder , the earth smelling like pussy every time it rained , and that song had seemed to come from every where , every club , every radio , every shithole juke ; in a way , that song was vietnam : i ivasfeelin ' so bad , i asked my family doctor just what i had .