Everyone Knew Fear. It Was The Reaction

Good Thing He's Dead," Lula Said, "or That Would Have Hurt Like The Devil.

I Got Out Of The Elevator And Confronted Mr. Wexler. “killing Is Wrong.” “we Kill Chickens,” Mr. Wexler Said. “we Kill Cows. We Kill Trees. So Big Deal, We Kill Some Drug Dealers.” It Was Hard To Argue With That Kind Of Logic Because I Like Cows And Chickens And Trees Much Better Than Drug Dealers.

I Think I Got A Bruise From Landing On You. I Hear Bacon Is Real Good For Healing A Bruise.

Truth Is, I Think Naked Men Are Kind Of Strange Looking What With Their Doodles And Ding-dong Hanging Loose Like They Do. Nevertheless, There's The Curiosity Thing. I Guess It's Another One Of Those Car Crash Experiences, Where You Feel Compelled To Look Even If You Know You'll Be Horrified.

I Always Know It's Sunday Because I Wake Up Feeling Apologetic. That's One Of The Cool Things About Being A Catholic . . . It's A Multifaceted Experience. If You Lose The Faith, Chances Are You'll Keep The Guilt, So It Isn't As If You've Been Skunked Altogether.