When You Get Ready To Write Your

Nice Dress. Take It Off.

I Had An Alarm, I Had Nerve Gas, I Had A Yogurt. What More Could Anyone Want?

It Was A Weird Sensation. Like Getting Caught Eavesdropping, Or Lying, Or Sitting On The Toilet And Having The Bathroom Walls Suddenly Drop Away.

In Spite Of All The Sparring That Went On Between Us, I Sort Of Liked Morelli. Good Judgment Told Me To Stand Clear Of Him, But Then I've Never Been A Slave To Good Judgment.

Sorry About Bender," Lula Said, Letting The Trans Am Idle At The Curb. "maybe We Could Tell Vinnie He Died. We Could Say We Were All Set To Bring Bender In, And He Died. Bang. Dead As A Doorknob." "better Yet, Why Don't We Just Go Back And Kill Him," I Said. I Opened The Door To Leave, Caught My Toe In The Floor Mat, And Fell Out Of The Car, Face First. I Rolled Onto My Back And Stared Up At The Stars. "i'm Fine," I Said To Lula. "maybe I'll Sleep Here Tonight.