The Hand Of Fate Had Dipped Into

The Truth Will Always Have A Market.

I Had Woven A Tapestry Of Obscenity That As Far As I Know Is Still Hanging In Space Over Lake Michigan.

Being A White Sox Fan Meant Measuring Victory In Terms Of Defeat. A 6-5 Defeat Was A Good Day. A Big Rally Was Wally Moses Doubling Down The Right- Field Line.

A Man Today Never Feels So Alive As When He Is Hurtling From One Point To Another On The Azimuth.

The Bumpuses Were So Low Down On The Evolutionary Totem Pole That They Weren't Even Included In Darwin's Famous Family Tree. They Had Inbred And Ingrown And Finally Emerged From The Kentucky Hills Like Some Remnant Of Attila The Hung's Barbarian Horde. Flick Said That They Had Webbed Feet And Only Three Toes. It Might Have Been True.