Not only got to watch yer back but you backside too.
Damn it, cos I'm too old and arthritic to get into contortionism these days.
Looks like I'm gonna have to hide what little cash I have by using smoke and mirrors:
~the smoke (maybe even a nice little green gas cloud) to keep the IRS from finding me:
~ the mirrors to keep an eye on me arsehole, just in case they does.

* and while I have mirrors in the vicinity, I might look up and 'old friend' I haven't seen in a while* 