He Squinted At Me. "what Are You

I Failed Math Twice, Never Fully Grasping Probability Theory. I Mean, First Off, Who Cares If You Pick A Black Ball Or A White Ball Out Of The Bag? And Second, If You’re Bent Over About The Color, Don’t Leave It To Chance. Look In The Damn Bag And Pick The Color You Want.

I Guessed My Mother Figured If My Father Got Right Down To The Task Of Eating He Wouldn’t Be So Inclined To Jump Up And Strangle My Grandmother.

The Dancers Finished Thier Set, And One Immediately Strolled Over To Our Table And Straddled Ranger. Want A Private Party?" She Asked. Not Tonight," Ranger Said. He Handed Her A Twenty, And She Left. What About The Cat-feeding Theory?" I Asked Him. Out The Window.

He Had A Body Like Batman

We Were Discussing A Grisly Double Murder And Rodriguez Was Telling Us All This In The Same Sort Of Conversational Tone A Person Might Use To Pass On A Favorite Lasagna Recipe. And I Was Responding With The Same Enthusiasm A New Cook Might Show. I Was Simultaneously Horrified And Impressed With Myself.