I TOLD CARMEN I HAD A SURPRISE FOR HER. We were at Manny’s Good Time, and she was lit on gin and juice. She was acting like a little kid, calling me Ricky in this high, squeaky voice. She was sitting on my lap, and she had her skinny arms draped around my neck. “Tell me what it is, Ricky,” she said. “Tell me, tell me, tell me.” It was a happy hour and I breathed it all in. There were two-for-ones and free hot…