Stories Are Like Assholes. Everybody's Got One

Why On Earth Should I Care Whether People Read Me With Their Eyes Or Their Ears?

Booze And Tobacco And Lots Of Sex. It Keeps A Lad Young.

As My Late Mother Famously Observed, The One Thing To Be Said For Growing Old Is That Every Year There Are A Few More Things I Don’t Have To Give A Rat’s Ass About.

New York Is An Ugly City, A Dirty City... But There Is One Thing About It. Once You Have Lived In New York And It Has Become Your Home, No Place Else Is Good Enough.

Asking Me Why I Did Or Didn't Do Anything Is Generally Pointless. How Do I Know? And Asking Me What I'll Do In The Future Is Even Less Rewarding.